Through this window
the dawn.
For now,
the silence of early morning
echoing
between houses.
I listen intently.
Dreams are being seen
and finished
before eyes open
and interpretation begins.
Restless bodies tossing
between sheets,
others comfortably asleep.
Bodies pressing close
or pulling apart.
A man's stubble grazes
the skin
of a woman's face.
She does not pull away.
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