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It's 0345 and every sound radiates space
There's shush on my lips
Because my quiet face
Falls from fingertips to hips

As you are here in my bed
Where I can worry if you sleep
As silence comes as music to my head
Twirling in words where I keep

Your breathing here to comfort me
Where I can touch your skin
Much love I've for you to set free
Afraid not to pretend

A poet lives in fantasy
To dance her whispered step
While in her life's reality
There's many times she's wept

At 4 a.m. she's light as air
Her pen will glide along this sheet
She'll go to bed her warm to share
While he fills her soul with passion's heat.

6/5/2005 0400 cj

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