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March 22, 2016

I Dreamed of Waking with You. {Poem}

Katia Romanova/Flickr

Do all lovers lose sleep over each other?

I do not mean in worry,

distrust or fear.

I do not mean to toss and turn

writhing against

a discontented heart.

 

No, I mean to be held in

love under the stars,

holding on to any amount of awake

—as I do—just to hear

the subtle, easy lull of your breath.

 

Drift in and out of sleep

at best,

all too aware of

my arm draped casually

at your side,

just your fingertips on my thigh.

 

When no dream could be

as sweet as

leaning into the warmth of

your chest

as the watching moon disappears

and the sun spreads out

over our sheets.

 

I want to wake,

but where I ended

the night—next to you—

and just barely touch my lips to yours,

watch the lines on your brow

form and soften

and your shoulders sigh

into the pillows.

 

A smile,

even before you open your eyes

and pull me in.

Good morning.

Kiss me back.

Make me laugh.

 

Tell me you waited all night

to wake up to me,

the reality for lovers

better than the sweetest of dreams.

 

Author: Tiffany Anderson

Editor: Nicole Cameron

Image: Katia Romanova/Flickr

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