tossing and turning in bed
I climbed up your twin peaks
Nestled in the cave of your heart.

Deeper in your softness and warmth
I pulled and tugged
like a guitar player
and listened to the melodies
that pushed past and out of you.

I took it further
felt your hesitation through my stiffness
that settled in the stillness of the night.

Though you understood
my nights aren’t filled with sleep;
rougher than the hairs that lined my jaw.

And I took my release from you
held you through the cold air
and watched you sleep.

Light from Lita
See you soon.


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