You, Sleeping

My first poem on the blog! You might want to read the post before this (“The Return”) for an update on the blog itself.

You, Sleeping

I am awake
in bed
at three in the morning;
I can see the two of you
stretched along the opposite wall;

Just together.
You, David, are holding
the other with an arm
across her chest
while you,
sink against the wall,
your feet drawn up,

slipping, slipping,
out from the covers.
You’re holding onto
his arm.

Two life-blossoms
in cold moonlight.


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