4. Cotton Sheets

 

Here we are,

forever dwelling, thriving in imaginarium,

building a dream home in the sky,

amongst the clouds, between the cotton sheets,

between the warm snuggles and the pulsing skins,

between the crevices of the neck, the chin,

tucked in pass the wee hours,

chill warmed against the body,

trails of possibilities, pursuit of none.

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