My deepest sleep happened with your hand on my arm.
With shallow breaths I slipped into oblivion as you slipped into my skin.
In my dreams you wear me like a suit.
I see with your eyes and the world is a different place.
But your heart is still my own.
The beats create a synchronized duet.
With my free hand you reach up and run our fingers through my hair.
It feels like silk against our skin.
I never want to wake us.
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