The weight of your arm
across my chest
An uneven breath
the slightest stir
on the nape of my neck
Fighting sleep that will thieve me away
drowning in covers
tangled legs
smothered in sweetness
drifting on bliss
A flushing toilet
at 3 AM
like rain on a window
or a mother’s cool hand
across a fevered forehead
2 comments:
"A flushing toilet
at 3 AM like rain on a window or a mother’s cool hand across a fevered forehead "
That's good stuff, Jane. It is comforting to hear those familiar night sounds.
Odd things do comfort us so. Good to see you back at it!
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