You, In My Bed

it feels good,
the weight of your leg draped over mine
toes touching
the gentle pressure of bodies relaxed
woven together in slumber found only
at the bottom of dark seas.

but i can’t sleep
with you, in my bed–

not because i’m uncomfortable

in fact, it’s sublime

i lie here subconsciously matching my breathing
to yours
chests waxing and waning
swelling, subsiding
with heated breath that cools warm skin

and i smile a quiet smile laced with sleep,
and the perfume of our bodies
knowing that tomorrow
when you are no longer in my bed
i can still find you
tucked among the tiny stitches of
cotton sheets where I now lay awake
watching the curve of your lips,
sinking into togetherness,
feeling free
with you, in my bed


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