This is us, sleeping.A Poem by EricWe sleep spooning.
We sleep spooning. Legs akimbo, the untangling an architectural problem we’ll worry about in the morning. Your slackening hand on my hip lures humming blood to secret places, and my face.
I whisper in your ear till no speaking is left in me. Your lobe, my lips - kiss.
Three quilts pressing us like dried flowers, we wait for morning to discover us knotted in one another. There is deep sighing, tiny “yes” noises, and fingertip touches.
This is us, sleeping.
© 2009 EricReviews
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Added on July 6, 2009AuthorEricNYAboutI love my wife and children, New York City, unusual books, off-beat movies, meaningful music, broken people, unexpected friendships, sentences that begin with the word "and," used book shops, modern a.. more..Writing
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