Lately, we sleep like this, our
left feet touching, our right
legs bent against each other with my
hand resting near your navel.
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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
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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.
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