untwist the sheets
as i slide between
soft cotton
and warm skin
pressed against mine
pale and bare
in faded yellow slats of light
pushing through the glass
and soon you wrap me
under your arm
without thought
still sleeping
slow wind creeps by
outside the window
down the wide empty avenue
the only sound
brushing the palms
quiet voice of the lonely
your grasp tightens
briefly
then relaxes
and you slip away
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