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One last sleep before my journey
We lie with just a sheet
and the whir of the fan
lulling us to dreamland
Our bodies take turns finding ways
to stay tangled, twined and touched
Fingers, legs, torsos, arms
tug, pull, envelop, whisper, graze
Nearness, breath, a sigh
until morning’s deep solitude awakens us
attempting to shed night’s imprinted stirrings
Building A Life Of Hope 
Beautiful. A precious capture of those perfect pre-dawn moments.
Thank you. The words were dancing in my head as I lay between awake and asleep.