Bed-mates Who Don’t Complain (8/5/14)

Hot and soft, with my knee
Pressing into the back of yours.
Couldn’t see your face in the dark
But I could hear you grinning.

Smelt like fabric softener and alcohol
And for a moment the world span backwards.
It was just you and me, in the gloom
Trying not to speak at dawn.

You snorted at my stupid noises
Didn’t complain when legs collided
I stared into the blackness and I knew
A few inches away from me, just you.

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