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sometimes i hear
a voice within my
mind, it beckons me.
i take your hand in
sleep.

the warmth
of your palm comforting,
the lifeline angling
down, like a hook waiting
for the mouth of a fish.

the blonde of your hair
is soft, muted in
dream-light. to live with
that hair tangled in
my hands, a web.

we share breathing,
as sure as any on
this morning. you say
my name, not aloud
but in my mouth.

it is the world.

you dangled the hook
and your palm caught
me, leaving me drowning
in the warmth of the
morning sun.