Swoon

With every swoon of the clock-hand,
Another strand of your snooze-
Scented hair slips onto your face.
It bends,
Slaps the pillow.

If only my words
Could fall into place
Just as easily.
Just those few words.

Imagine the sleep
I could then have.

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