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my legs

squirm their way into your space-

and when they find solid ground,

we sigh-

as though it took

a century

rather than just a minute

trying.

but there are no clocks in our view...

time has been fatherly

and the minutes passed

have treated us kindly.

yet, i search for some measurement of speed-

something to calculate this time,

but the moon's been hiding outside-

far away from under the covers.

and we haven't left the bed long enough

for the heat to escape,

the mattress worn to our shapes.

i lift my lashes to see your face-

tricks me into thinking i could

live without the sun.

i kiss the lips that keep me smiling

and lie defenseless in the web you've spun.

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