Sleeping On The Floor
D Dónall Dempsey
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My right arm
is your pillow.
My left arm
thrown like a sash
over your shoulder.
We lie together.
You in a bed
made entirely of me.
I…your cover.
In the dark
a pair of happy smiles
only revealed
as the candle blossoms
throwing light
around like laughter
not caring that
we have no furniture.
Bu şiiri puanla
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