Singing a Song of Snug

The perfect warmth of your body
We drift
in and out of sleep
and as we turn
no surface of our bodies
loses contact
with the other
as though we’ve willed ourselves
into velvet magnetism
Your glorious breath
on my neck
Your serenely whispered words
Would that you and I, my love
could live out our days
wrapped in the heartening delight
of this warm bed

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