Lingering here

Lingering here in folds of sheets

tossled and cast haphazardly 

is the scent of your touch 

remains of your breath

intensity of your stare 

and memory of your arms 

guarding against the cold and bitter dark

to hold the weight of our universes;

I exhale and find peaceful sleep

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