there are small gestures
in semi-sleep
as two bodies
rearrange themselves
under covers
where toes brush ankles
and one knee
hooks between two
outside
pre-dawn darkness
pools
big slow
droplets
rolling
rain
from the rooftop
inside
a bare shoulder
rests surrounded
in crisp air
skin uncovered
cool to the touch
it’s a simple motion
of a languid
other
hand
half-dreaming
that moves to pull
a soft sheet
up and over
that cold shoulder
one light pat
then gently drawing
back
to sleep
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