put
no, don't move your feet
don't become so
restless
they swirl
undaunted
around my naked figure
my feeble mind to be
reborn
soft luxury
in sweeping motions
turning over
next to you
HA-HA-laughing
in the face of sleep
cotton-candy-pink skin
preconception
the crayons never
colored my hands
quite right
here-
another kind of
art
not fit for ink
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