Waking facing each other in identical posture.
Off comes the heavy armor of sleep.
In this light,
we’re familiarly depicted.
A safe passage is assured.
Outside, the world is sprouting vegetation,
to the increase of energy in our bodies,
that not even parallel yawns
A little revered.
Your hand drifts across the sheets between.
I take back yesterday’s touch,
make it the official beginning of today’s.
Always this pleasing balance
of body temperature and passion,
comfort and underlying order.
It doesn’t seem much
but it’s everything.
We’ve both been alone in the past.
We revel in the corrective of together.
By John Grey