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sleeping with my mother in her wide bed,
the cold windows shed blue radiance
over our form.
her sturdy arms were flung over me;
here i was safe, comfortable
like in a velvet cage.
with sarah it was different.
having her behind me,
arms strong but small,
i could never feel close enough to her
like i wanted to push
until i was part of her body.
her breath would graze against me
and she would wait until i was asleep
to close her tired eyes.
i could never stay still,
i wanted to flip towards her
so our eyes met and then our mouths
so i could talk to her and whisper
and laugh with her and sing.
i would wake up in the night
and kiss her awake.
the next day i was never rested.
we'd stay up talking,
about nothing i can remember,
and my mind kept returning to her as i slumbered,
waking me to see that she was still there.
her sweet lips told sweet stories
of sweet times and sweet musings.
i remember my bed
the thick red cover cloaking us.
the lamp was on,
reflecting from her eyes.
she sat up.
i am so in love with you.
i almost cried, my chest swelled.
a smile spread from her lips to mine.
we kissed and then hugged
tight, grasping, never close enough.