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7am, his bed by Emily Davidsonthe sun is waltzing
through the open window
it is 7am
there is a choir
of birds
harmonizing joyously
in the october trees
the two of us
one awake, one resting peacefully,
stomach to stomach
in his bed,
his face placed gently
on my chest
our feet touching at the toes
together we breathe
the autumn air,
pull the blankets over us,
and sleep a few more hours 10/23/2006 Posted on 10/23/2006 Copyright © 2025 Emily Davidson
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