You  are warm, moist, soft
strands stick to your forehead

quiet-cocooned you  shuffle, murmur,
reach for me across space, fingers

feeling for skin, then
you  move your  big body close

in - bulky contact - your arm
heavy, you  breathe noisily then

shift for comfort, twine your legs,
adjust your head till your

hair tickles my nose; rny arm round
your  shoulders in this

dim  room you  roll and sigh
a sleeping lion.
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