breaths beneath blankets
we're happy and full
but you roll into me again
your hands tattooing circles
inside my intimancy
unprepared, rocking, rising
falling and laughing
and from somewhere deep,
inside the cavernous walls
of body and soul
you coax out a scream
soft and surprised at first,
pleading and pleased then
wild, lost in all ways.
you found me.
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