I sleep behind him now, in reverse-spoon
so my hair won't get in his mouth
press my belly into
the small of his back
roll my hips up against his behind
wrap my top leg around his leg
my hand is on his side
fingers resting in curves between ribs
slowly I let them slip forward
and glide my hand across his chest.
He is always warm to the touch
soft and smooth, hairless like a baby
I trace the lines of his muscles
(strength relaxed beneath my touch)
my thumb runs across a tiny inverted nipple
perfect size for catching a
raindrop, or a tear.
I smell his skin
kiss his shoulder
rest my chin at the
nape of his neck
and kiss lightly behind his earlobe.
His hand finds mine in the dark
laces our fingers together
and holds it to his heart,
two lost pieces
from separate jigsaw puzzles
that magically interlock.

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