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I See The Scene Every once in a while I see the same scene again: I lay in the bed the field of daffodils with you draped over me folding over me conforming to my body like a rustling curtain rippling in the breeze from an open window. I do not sleep. I couldn’t, I would never want to. Our contours interlock, our limbs intertwine. Your breath rolls down my stomach like the breeze that brought you to me. I take your hand, and although you sleep you seem to hold me with all the intensity you possess. And with each beat of your heart, with your heat, comes the cool night air in the wind caressing me until the light from the morning sun awakens our silhouette. U.S. Government Copyright Chicago Poet Janet Kuypers on all art and all writings on this site completed before 6/6/04. All rights reserved. No material may be reprinted without express permission.