In dreams: wake up
Your breathing soft, rhythmic
as leaky faucet keeping me
awake at night
The oak looming overhead
casts no shadow
Your hand placed on my chest
keeps us alert, anxious
at any moment it may burst
I feel you circulating
A brief moment of excitement-
you turnover, sigh deeply
This isn't working
Sleep paralysis:
I'm on a couch, shifting
and itching to hear
soft steps on the stairs
Your voice breaks the void
Adult life:
Calls to make
Bills to pay
Mouths to feed
The shifting and itching
never ceases
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