Life As A Dream

Life As A Dream short poem

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I kissed the pillows of her cheeks.
Covering myself in the blanket of her caress.
While here nothing is heavy.
Maintaining the balance of smiles in the bed of her arms
She doesn’t mind my snore, relaxed in complete comfort.
Without a single toss or turn.
The shape of her contoured to the shape of me.
For hours I’d lay here and day dream.
Listening to the sound of the washer hum in the next room.
I’ve always debated on falling asleep.
Never to wake.
To live the rest of my life as a dream.

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