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SHARED HEAT

There is a certain hairy roughness

to overcome, I understand,

for me it is all easy,

like biting into warm

sour cream.

To touch, then

near sleep,

to fold together

like egg whites, like gears,

then sleep without touching,

sharing heat.

Shared heat.

Is this not the peace and comfort

of the species?

Why we gather under heavy

robes in winter?

Why we sew together

such huge quilts?

Roll apart, not touching

in the night sleep.

But never far,

never too far,

from the heat.