The breeze creeps between the closed curtains,
You contain it within your lungs: we embrace,
A plea for warmth, of course, but a welcome one.
Our breaths mix into the lingering trust,
We entangle, something more than vulnerable;
Yet I feel comfortable when I wake.
Although you are there, you are not,
Lost in a realm of your own subconscious,
In a state of rest whilst you hold me.
No amount of “I love you” could equate
To this unspoken level of commitment -
Where you and I like to share the pillow.
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