metal city fire in my bedroom
first time all year
creaks along the side
startled sounding
bedroom covers so cold they're hot
especially without another body
within
her ears are moving back and forth; i'm calm if she is
while she circles around me; cold but not cuddled
i let her find her place --
white on my knee at once,
green to hazel soon after
bottom right--
top left--
rear to face--
between my legs--
beneath my arm--
bodies bundled--
and the best part
light hairs of her fifth
on my face
gently
ever so lightly
like when we sleep at night three bundled and grazed
i like when we're alone
she's different with me
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