Soft Sheets

Her bare back moves with each breath

as she sleeps into the late morning.

A tattoo on her shoulder peers over the covers,

as her glasses sit on the table adjacent to the bed.

I want to take in all of her-

write down every image of her.

I want to keep it all.

While she sleeps, though, I'll admire from the doorway.



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