your head on my belly
its weight moves with my breathseparate and complete
strange animals on a bed
while the air speckles and crackles
my fingers in your tufts and curls of hair
I remember that moment of stillness
held in a point of calamity
I notice the curtains are badly hung
as clouds move across the window
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