I spoon you so much your
eyes could pass for Cocoa Puffs.
Even though I’ve never seen
an episode, your dreams are my
favorite late night television show.
Nominated for six dreamies this year.
When nightmares appear at the door
I rudely tell them, “You’re not on
the list. Come back tomorrow night,”
and they know tomorrow will be the same
story and won’t bother you again.
Sometimes I swallow your sleepy
little breaths like Pac-man in a silent
movie. They scuba dive down my throat,
into my lungs, and suddenly become
my own sleepy little breaths.
Yeah, that’s what
usually happens when you’re
asleep and I’m awake.
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