In half sleep

My arm laid outward stretched
looking for you somewhere lost
inside the wrinkles of the bed linen.
Somewhere within the morning's night
I could hear your gentle breathing,
my hand searching from inside half sleep
for your softness and that dance you
do when I caress your warm skin.

My arm laid outward stretched
looking for you somewhere,
perhaps it is I, who am lost
inside the breeze that whispers
good morning.


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