the sweep of a long leg over mine

clear marble draped across olive

     your sleeping breath, the wind of our world

     fluttering fingers, the birds flitting over hips

     gentle scrape of nail-tickles over prickled arms

touch of grey at your roots and aches in my knuckles

the milestones of our time well-spent

in the building of a house of pain and joy

     my body next to yours forever

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