Falling Ahead Of My Dreams

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We looked like penguins
in the early morning
drifting to and from
that part of sleep
that still feels comfortable.
Curled close-
warm breath on my temple

The longest eyelashes,
the longest lingering looks
how your lips hit the tip of my ear
(like someone familiar)

And I find some kind of happy in all this.
I smile to myself.

I just read about ache being the feeling
that something vital is disintegrating...
that loving all the way might ache and sting,
but loving only half way leaves us with a hope
that could never live out loud.