You Draw Me
You draw me in
with a snaffle of fingers,
wresting my head
from your breast to your shoulder.
You draw me, in
a sketch of air, the moon
soothing your eyelids
with a long, cool look, while
you draw me in.
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You draw me out
from kerfuffles of sleep.
stealing yourself
in the theft of my neck.
You draw me, out
of ripples and shivers, the sun
smooching your eyelids
with a soft, pale pastel, while
you draw me out.