Midnight
Poem written for no particular reason. Topic: Sleeping with a Partner
Midnight
He holds my hand as we fall asleep:
our fingers wound together
like the binding of a well-worn book,
the edges of our feet resting against each other -
still beneath jersey sheets.
I can hear the precise moment he slips away from the waking world:
hot breath sneaking past barely-parted lips -
a whispered whistle in the dark.
Pure blackness envelops us as our digits disentangle.
I journey alone to the other side.
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Amanda Reifert
Nebraska native, psychology student, novice model, lover of the written word and all things geeky.
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Great! Very mysterious!