For crown shyness sleep, bodies curled close, breath moving
the hairs on my neck, cool white sheet between.
For blue bath loofahs blooming like dew dripped flowers, petals
reaching towards each other against the white tile.
For your soft t-shirts and my smooth pants, clean and folded
in separate and leaning stacks.
For individually wrapped dark chocolates and their empty wrappers,
shining purple cairns crumpled on nightstands.
For two kinds of coffee and two types of creamers, for two sets
of hands pouring steaming liquid, cupped around their own
hot ceramic. For four eyes looking across the newness
of the morning quiet at a familiar body again and again.
