Her eyelashes flutter, her eyelids twitch, against the skin of my shoulder:
REM sleep:
Her head on my shoulder, my hand reaching down to her haunch: A respite.
Before Saturday night.
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>> posted by John Psmyth
• 2/15/2005 06:49:00 PM
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1 Comments:
Thanks!
I guess they're like soldiers, they can sleep anywhere...