Hide and seek

Mixing of their snores

Is like tangled vines

Where monkeys fight

Swinging and sometimes laughing

The waterfalls stop flowing

The moon hides behind the banyan tree

Then they breath again heaving

In increasing crescendo

Then the crest is reached

The noise stops

Like the sound of the dead 

Like when we were children

Playing hide and seek

You and I hide our breath with a kiss.

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