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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