Asleep on the sofa,
your hair fans out
in one arrested moment
like the apex of a jump.
Your feet bare,
legs crossed at the ankles,
I have leisure to study you,
just to stare.
Your second toe is longer than the others,
and there's a callous torn off
the ball of your right foot.
But the skin underneath
is pink and strong.
You sleep. I dream.
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