POEM

dreaming of awakening as an adult human animal
in need of the cool side of the pillow

inhaling a long, still morning
pleasant dog breath
boundless potential

vibrating every cell of our body
two cookie-cutter-perfect spoons
paused in bliss, tiny timeless death
no me, just us, no breath

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