Rest against me
lean your chin on my shoulder-
and read your book of sonnets to me
I'll close my eyes
so I can hear the words clearly
and feel your breath on my skin
smell your hair, soft, next to me
surround me with all of your senses
make the words on the page come alive
all around us, deeply
take me to another place
so I can wake up into a dream
instead of from one
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