A Winter Nap
I find that you are not here and
under frozen duvets I wish you were
so we could go from bread to
toast together in the
wink of an eye
and then…
sleep.
a shared mini death with the
added bonus of waking
And talking of things alien to the upright
and then
unfortunately,
inevitably,
back to the world.
-tom rosenthal..
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