Small hours

Quiet long inhale
Small irregular exhale
The heat of breath against my skin
In the small hours
Twitching fingers
Hands, thighs, everything,
Heavy with ease
Unencumbered by appearances
I am awake
You are asleep
Still
Careful not to wake you
Drinking in this touch
When you did not set out to touch.

Amarepoeta

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