Like standing up too fast you
rush to my head-
Unsteady-
Heady-

Silly things swimming,
residing in my thoughts

Soft meeting of lips…
Hands-
Skin

Winter. That must be it.
It’s cold out.
Must be why you’re knocking in my dreams.

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