Poesia
NOCTURNE
Sometimes when I wake
I feel you stir in my arms
Your hand seeking mine
Before sleep reclaims you
I listen to your breathing
And focus on synchronizing
My inhales and exhales
With yours-breathing as one
These small intimacies
Require no lucidity
Only restless seekers
Of loves' comforts
And securities
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Love is all you need. 
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