And did I remember to tell you
how the raspberry morning light
poked through the naked branches,
to settle itself
softly across your back?
You were snoring, of course-
but your rosy wide shoulders next to mine,
the chilly air and our hot feet-
it was like someone had swathed the world in cotton
and left us to sleep together in pale warm quiet.
Friday, December 18, 2009
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