Hills of silk sheets
rippled from our bodies
as we restlessly turned each
over and back again.
My head always found
its way to your chest
in the end, settling against
a softness I almost forgot.
Even when I drooled,
you didn't complain once,
just pressed me closer
with gravity's help.
I could never sleep
without you,
my precious pillow.
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Little Nothings
Poetry***STUNNING COVER by @Repulsify, as commissioned through @InkCommunity 's Artlink Station!*** Things speak to us in different ways. For some, it's a small voice in our minds. For others, it's the things around us, weaving words into succession for s...
