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the way you curl against me
the sound of your breathing
the way your warmth fills the little spaces between us
the saltiness of your skin
the way you endlessly toss and turn
the familiar smell of you
the way your back nestles against mine
the silhouette of your face in the dark
the way you sprawl if its hot
the smoothness of your skin
the way you sometimes snore
the color of you in the morning shadows
the way you pound your pillow into submission
the hair on your chest beneath my fingers
the way you hog the covers when it's cold
the feel of your heartbeat
the way your beard tickles
Now until you're well, nights are without you
Now as you recover there without me,
all the little things that I'm so used to
all the bigger ones that drive me crazy . . .
are gone and leave me sleepless
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