I want to wake you,
but I do not.
I sense your next breath
—and fold
into the warmth of your skin.
Your chest rises against my back,
pulling me ever
so close…
a melding
of a soul into another
The Restless Poet
If you have the words, there’s always a chance that you’ll find the way. Seamus Heaney
The Restless Poet 
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