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AWAKENING
Dawn's rosy finger
between our lips
pries into secrets
your mouth has
whispered to my hair
all night
Curled against your
fuzzy belly
I stay crouched
reluctant as a fetus
to uncouple our
merged being
that warmed the bed
all night
Day will break our chord
into separate notes
but I'm not ready
to sing mine
alone