as i lie here in my blue cocoon
of a sleeping bag at the

crack of november,
i am reminded -

of the comforting bliss of your
ankles mingled with mine,

feet ready to walk but
understanding the importance of

learning to move together
first. i am reminded

of it being odd that i was
so aware of myself,

knees searching solace
and heart tripping unsteadily
as easy fingers

met with your eyelid by mistake.
and i am reminded of a wish

to whisper in your ear:
my body loves its corners

because you fit them.