There’s no limit
to the amount of ways
you and I can go
pear shaped
but in the end
you just mold
yourself to my
new dimensions
whatever they may be
and sigh so deeply
I’m always tricked
momentarily
into thinking
you have fallen
asleep wrapped
around me.
~1/3/17
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Happy New Year, errbody! Write more poems in 2017!
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