How cruel it is
To lie here in silence.
Sleepless,
Enveloped in darkness and the sound of your breath.
{Lily C.}
Sleepless Wonders
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Nor the tumbling pile of laughter
Heads tossed back,
Clutching at the other for balance, gasping for air
Not the carefree closeness
Of brushing hands
When we point at the sky, shading our eyes from the sun as we lie on the grass.
This is not the casual
Head on shoulder
At the base of a tree, warm with sunshine and fluttering butterflies.
I have nurtured this longing.
Tended to the precious flame
In the hearth of my chest it blazes, sparks flying