tonight everything is sleepy -
even the dark itself -
but i am trying to scratch one more mark
into the empty sky
like so many takes on film.
the crowded day has left -
staggered off like an edgy lover
i didn't think to follow home.
and i am thankful there is an end
to every end.
for now, i will pull back the covers
and welcome sleep in.
she will shack up between us,
hip to thigh, my palm on your ear.
always a tumble of elbow and chin,
eye socket and tooth. me and my bumbling
grace
finding my way
to your warm.
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