Twins
A stolen morning, long in bed.
I hold you near my cradled head,
entangled in our common doze,
our hands in . . .
. . . . . . .
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[1] https://www.ablemuse.com/digital-books-25/v25/digital edition/Complete Digital Version of -/Able Muse, Print Edition (Number 25), Summer 2018