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In Sleep He's Mine

A Sonnet by DarkEyes
How sweet he lies beneath the shimmering light,
Prostrate in stark repose of passion spent.
I drink each shadowed shape that fills my sight,
Inhale the air filled with his musky scent.
As helpless as a newborn babe he lay,
Soft rhythmic breath from parted lips that sweep
His feathered lashes on his cheek to sway,
Surrendering his soul to restful sleep.
This moment etched within my very soul,
In sleep, he's mine eternally to keep;
With none to challenge for this sight I stole
From God's own heaven, as I softly weep;
     Bemoan a poor exchange, a broken heart ~
     While Fate and Reason both keep us apart.

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