All night we turn
into each other’s arms
between dreams,
readjusting our bellies,
our backs, our toes
so they touch each other
lightly. Not the fumbling
of the newly met,
but the tenderness
of the long married,
we who know the
other’s body—all
the angles and softnesses,
all the positions where we
gently fit if only we bend an elbow
just so, if only we move
our leg just here—
how easy it is
to bend together
through darkness, how
beautiful to find you,
to be found.
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Beautiful!
Indeed, Rosemerry, you jingle all the little bells with this one, falling asleep holding hands can be good lovin’
Thank you, Rick, what a sweet way to say that
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Those five lines after the dash at the end, so soundly an ending. Lovely piece.