Fallen

My right hand on her hair, cascading over the pillow, a river of silk
My left thumb rolling on the dew that has formed on her breast
Legs tangled
Breathing synchronized

I feel her twitch, one muscle, then another, and another
I hold her tight, protecting her as she falls into dreams
Falling
I hold her tight, protecting myself from ever losing her
Fallen

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