Little bean
bamboozled by
a lot of light in
your eyes.
We are both gazumped
by your poker face.
Were it not for the
grace of your
scheduled sleep
I'd hold my hands
in and cave.
Curl up near my curve
take your sip
when your eyes show a stupor
of soporific proportion
we will rest,
we will sleep.
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