With the Lights Out

Pull the sheets over your mouth.

An ethereal pane to kiss through.

 

Small fingers guide my face.

 

To the same hours you have, I

share mine from the beginning.

 

If you want, turn out the light.

 

But soon, talk to me only

slightly muffled, and I’ll

hear every word, clear,

 

as I hear my own breathing.

And how your heart beats

 

In tune with the pulse

in my neck, and that’s

just as soothing as it sounds.

 

And just as reassuring.

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