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Accidental Sleep

With un-brushed teeth
and mascara eyes I fall asleep,
holding you –
flaking off eye shadow
on your chest like black moths.
I push your heated body
away,
and wake.

The fairy lights flicker
from a loose connection above me;
the TV’s eye blinks red for standby.
Chipped plates sit at the foot of the bed,
smothered in warm mayonnaise
and crumbs of Chicken Kiev.

I turn to look at you –
deep in sleep
beautifully unaware
that you are wearing jeans in bed.

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