Wishing in between
the space in your shoulder blades
the hollowed curve
as you sleep on your side,
this breathing mountainside
layered in sheets like fog.
There I will stow away
the whispers to guide
you, in your dreams
there is some audible sleep-sound
from you.
This softness
in the silent space
of your fragile humanness.
So beside you I lie wishing.
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