I long
to be quiet
with you
the length of me
to break
each day.
I turn in
to you
pages worn
use-stained
soothing syllabic
comfort.
I long
to be quiet
with you
the length of me
your breath
in my lungs.
Near you
I hear
heart beat
stomach gurgle
and hum
idly.
I long
to be quiet
with you
the length of me
close
in hand.
Between
us
only
brutal
defense
against doubt.
Oh,
I long
to be
with you
the length
of me.
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