.
Tentatively I enter our bed
you the early bird
are already lost in the oblivion
exploring dream worlds,
me, the night owl am an intruder,
my settling, is your unsettling
my bodily presence, all too physical
my careful movements, awkward,
yet, the moment passes
as it does every night,
our breathing unites as
ocean wave lapping upon the constant shore,
we meld body and soul
in the company of our raw nakedness
we sleep.
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© Paul Nichol. 2016
