That I would come to you

and rest my head upon your chest

still warm from sleep

whisper to your heart

the things I do not say by day

and hear your sweet response

is the dream I hold to

as morning breaks upon the shore,

carries that version of us

ever out and on, ever out and on.

Poem ©2018, Jen Payne. Image: Sleeping man and sitting woman, Pablo Picasso .

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