.

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.

.

.

© Paul Nichol.  2016

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