Light Sleeper
Ajar in front of I, you I cannot own;
Sleeping in your demise in a place you do not know;
You breathe with your gentle nose such sweetness you have alone;
While I remain grasping the beauty you are bestowed.
Ajar in front of I, you that I revere;
Sleeping amidst the peril of your world;
So incessantly, infinitely sincere;
That I remain to be yours, as to myself, I’ve told.
Ajar in front of I, need I say enough?
Ajar, ajar… ajar, ajar;
You play with my breathing with a laugh!
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