Sychronized,
My chest falls as his rises,
As if he is breathing in my exhalation.
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Our bodies complement one anothers',
to create a fluid sinusodial wave.
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Sleep soaks us in its dreamy broth,
and the rythmic oscillations slow.
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It's just before restful oblivion grasps me entirely,
that I silently whisper I love you,
because never have I been so complete.
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