The world of her love hides behind the curtain of my eyelids
Her sweet voice replaced by the intrusion of beeps
That draw me up from the pool of her embrace
Only to leave me gasping for breath
Struggling to find the real world
And trying to find focus on the red digits
That flash noisily before my still sleeping eyes
Gone, again, until a passing day lets my heart look
Once more for the mental caress of hands that pull me
A mouth that opens and breaths pure love across my heart.
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