I practice for my lover to come's slumber by sleeping soundless and motionless
She will be undisturbed
I will be a quiet admirer of her independence
She will have long ago removed the make-up
Beyond the rules of kiss-and-make-up, as she wakes up
There will be soft dream exchanges:
I jump to hers, she jumps to mine
My breath will reach her body, rhythmically, confident
Sheets will not divide us
When my "one day"s add up to a "today"
I will wear a night cap for her
Bright stomach laughter
She will wear a night shirt, outstretched,
faded, long with millions of tiny cotton balls
Our wake up call will be
the Sun
Rising
Crying
From a nearby crib
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