Pillow Talk

Let me tell you secrets. Flushed and folded, delivered to you with a kiss

when the lights are lying low and quiet, on a whisper.

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Nose to nose and knee to knee, on a stolen night alone in your house.

Let’s share the tales that keep us young, of the pain and sorrow and

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hurt and joy that rolls tears and awkward smiles from my pillow to yours,

and back again. Light pivots and changes. Memory fades, tracing the

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lines on your face, and the warmth of your body cooled in crumpled sheets,

scented and silent. We are both here and away. Ghost-like, the remnants of

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syllables, smitten looks and pieces of a newborn love gone to bed, are

now plumped and made ready for a brand new day.