As I lay there, in the dark,
I recall believing that all we need
is this love. This feeling
of fisted shirts and frenzied fuck-me moments
'neath a milky moon;
and my sigh echoed the soft of your snore.
I wanted to get up. To write something brilliant
'bout the way you make me feel. How
the woman in me is birthed from your command;
but you were holding on, so tight.
This morning you remain in the land of dreams,
as I feed self-claimed starving children,
who fight over who gets the last of the cereal;
and I smile, knowing our life is far from perfection,
but baby, it is close enough for me.
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