That body next to you
In bed is flesh
Telling tactile stories
Accumulated over decades
Intimacy is the measure of love
Interrupted by twisting and turning
And the small distances between
Sometimes canyon wide
Conversations in the dark
Kids, money, why? Say it
Minutia, but always at the end
I love you
We imagine that coitus
Is the main event
It’s not
Just that body, warmly there
Next to you in bed
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