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tickle my nose
i think of sunday morning
the ones that could be yours
together in a physical state
of sleepiness
folded together like the dish
who ran away to spoon
the ends of your hair
tickling my nose
the whisper of
good morning
and the snuggle into
a little more slumber
a little more intimacy
i can feel my head
on your shoulder
and the heat
that isn’t thrown through
your radiant smile
but transferred
by convergence
