He loudly breathes -

This skinny 
Being in my bed -
Charcoal hair spread
About the pillow.  His proximity

Sent me strange dreams last night:
Of another in another time - an inside 
Sight I deny in light 

Of day.  Tiredness hovers round his
Eyes, this one,
Flaw his pale perfection.

In the dark the imprint of him - my
Wet skin, his furnacing, our morning
Skirmishing - the overwhelming
Closeness made me cry.

My bed was too narrow to grant us both sleep;
Too wide for my heart to keep 
Our time compressed and sweet.
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