Dreaming Awake Alone
Irony thick, that your drifting brings my dreams.
Your shallow breath contradicts my labored respiration.
In slumber you inspire. In sleep your made to tease.
Yearning for your not embrace, I revel in this bed.
To touch would ruin pleasure, small distance is sublime.
Symmetry defined, in lines subtle yet profound.
To look so long, your pulse captivated my stare.
Ironic that you're sleeping, yet the dream is mine alone.
Satisfaction in my hunger. Sated, in naught but your vision.
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