Written Dec 8, 2004 Perfect Spoon You were wrapped around me, I didnt want to move. I felt every crevice of your body From your wrist to your knee. I could feel your sweat. I felt your chest move up and down in your sleep; Your hands were curled around my waist, Twisted like a soft pretzel. I snuck out of our perfect spoon to the kitchen returning with coffee, Noticing that the sunlight was beginning to hit your face. Crouching beside the bed I watched you. How peaceful you looked in the awkward curled position I had left you in. So I crawled up beside you, Hoping to find the same peace of mind.
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