Our bodies sleeping
make the shape of a cartoon heart.
Knees touching, backs arched away
Noses touching.
Faces so close the focus fades
and flickers. Camera angles all wrong for porn
but for an indie film
A mumblecore magnus
it'll do.
"You made me think it didn't matter
until it mattered"
I wrote on hotel note paper.
And: "The other night,
When we were asleep in some Hotel bed, your breath
Moving through your voicebox
Made perfect harmonics."
I wrote a verse about "Your timpani breasts
and violin bow legs"
It is in the moments close to sleep
Where my chest swells. In the static of closed curtain night vision,
too dark for any camera
The touch of hotel sheets
and your body underneath
?
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