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All, all are sleeping 

The rattle and clutch of a doorknob: the creak of a bedframe weighted down:

I expect to hear bargaining; anticipate listening, in our bed, to the sounds they will make on the other side of the wall.

But silence. No they—

Perhaps she sleeps too.

"I was working until 7:30 this morning." Her hand caresses my thigh, rests there; she tucks her head into my shoulder.

Like breathing out and breathing in—

So still. Not to wake her.

"You are like a soldier, you can sleep anywhere."

"No, I am not like a soldier and I do not sleep with anyone. I can sleep with you because I am comfortable with you."


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So you're "....very grateful she's a woman and so easy to forget, rather like a habit one can always break, and yet....." ?

DTG xxoo

By Anonymous Pussy Talk, at May 13, 2006 4:23 AM  

Purest coincidence!

By Blogger John Psmyth, at May 13, 2006 7:59 AM  

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