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Listening to your heart slow down while you’re trying to go to sleep is like a lullaby and metaphorically,  you’re the baby in the cradle.

Listening to your heart slow down while you’re forcing your eyes open in the darkening cab of your car as gas leaks onto the pavement and you’re staring at the crushed remnants of the vehicle that destroyed the daylight is also like a lullaby and metaphorically, it’s for you whom the bell tolls.

Like a mime I can lay my hands to the air and feel solid flesh, fingertips and memory, I can’t forget the curves of your body.

A sensual bond where only a soft breeze caresses my skin and raises goose bumps along the insides of my arms and when I feel a bit naughty…

But I curl and no one is there and I feel the almost silken fabric slip along my bare skin and the bed envelopes me before I sleep - it’s a sin to live so well.