Your body, of course
I love that, too, but
such sweetness comes
in rolling over to your side
of the bed and nesting there
while your warmth
still lingers—
I stretch a leg
into the Arctic regions
of the sheets where
your body hasn’t been
and recoil.
That’s nowhere
I want to go.
I curl myself
back into the space
where I know
you will return,
folding my body
like a letter
waiting for you
to open it.