Lately, we sleep like this, our
left feet touching, our right
legs bent against each other with my
hand resting near your navel.
We rest here and wait until breath
deepens on one side of the bed
and, raspy, grows louder. This, I know,
means I must nudge your shoulder to
roll over, always away from me. There we
stay, separate, til dreams are dreamt and
stars fade against the light, and our
feet, rested, find each other again.