The room still dark With only the ticking Of your watch. Somewhere beginning Above my aching toes I think “this is the prize.” The space of a queen-sized bed This quiet pace away Away from the noise Of turning pages, Television, No radio, Or illuminated screens, Nor online chatter. There is only My body touching Cotton sheets Above my toes And the ticking of your watch In a still dark room.
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