Preserving Love


A tree angrily taps at the window
Where you lay rising & falling
With furniture like guards
I creep up wooden stairs
To find you still and peaceful
In a room with no light
Because your eyes are closed
& air that smells the way you taste
But that I wish to not disturb
For houses that hold life
As precious as yours
Should never be awoken

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