Your skin against mine
as we lie together in bed
warm and plainly sweet
like the rising, baking bread.

I am thankful to realize a
happy moment whilst still in it
and lounge in the luxury
purely content for a minute.

Although I want to savour this
and try my very best
my eyelids find each other
at the daylight’s hasty recess.

Sleep pulls me from the moment
the gentle breathing of my lung
how lucky I am to fall asleep with
the taste of fresh bread on my tongue.

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