i like you best when you're sleeping,
peaceful, quiet, responsive to the slightest
breath on your cheek, unlined, smooth,
fingers curled into tight little fists,
your back curved away from me,
baby-ish feet plumped close together
like fresh, soft petals to stroke,
and your lips, those easy to hurt
ready-to- curve-down pink slips.
i even like the buff-coloured scar
on your ankle, pale like you,
thin, like you, mild, dewed
like you,
wake up, baby
and smell the morning-me.
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