Sleep evades,
Lying here, my
eyes a little
warm hungry for
sleep I find comfort
in the scent subtely
lingering on the small
expanse of this thin
and tired bed
That even hours
later I see
your
eyes and hear
your , voice
your breath
your smile.
My skin
remembers
where your
fingers
lightly
rested
on my
chest.
My arms
remember
your shape
My legs,
your legs
entwined.
that ten
thousand flowers and
ten thousand words
can not last as long
or illuminate so
brilliantly as your
warmth upon my lips
or this perfecting
love that beats within.

Ezra Eisenberg

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