My body
Comfortably curled on the couch
Fingers entwined
Longing to be tangled
With legs and arms.
I’ll settle for nimble fingers.
Distances being mapped out
Behind my eyes
From here to your home
From here to your life
From here to you face.
I couldn’t stand to think of distances
I let my hand slowly fall away.
Silence and people breathing
Became a lullaby
Starting to sleep
And you wake me.
You stood over me
Blanketing me in the chill
Of the summer night.
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