You thought I was sleeping
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You placed your sweet words on the back of my neck.
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You laid them there invisibly, so gently.
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Did it even happen? I felt it.
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I feel it.
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Yes.
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It happened.
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You were ready to say them, not for me to hear them.
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Words formed in your heart.
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Coalesced on your tongue.
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Passed between your lips.
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Words breathed into my skin so softly I felt more than heard them.
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They slipped easily inside me, spread into my chest, sluiced down my spine.
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Your words settled in my belly like warm, sweet tea.
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I
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felt
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each
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letter.
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An impossibly soft kiss as punctuation.
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Held in your embrace, I felt you drift again into sleep.
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You
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love
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me.
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I love you, too.
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