Dreamland

Swimming up from the darkest depths,

Fragments of my dream

cling to my consciousness,

like tentacles.

Slowly I become aware of the warmth

of your shoulder,

and the steady beat of your heart.

Your breath- rising and falling

gently lulling me back to sleep.

© annettealaine-2013
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