entangled
with each other, legs
over legs,
arms
entwined,
cheek to cheek.
sweaty from making
love, our
hearts still pounding.
lips not far from
each other
in case there's another
round.
her long hair would be in
my face,
my hand rested on her
hip.
and then we needed
more space.
a few inches,
then a foot, then a
a large divide so that
our cold feet wouldn't
touch each other.
she's in the other room
now, down the hall.
she hung a sign
on the knob, saying,
go away.
sometimes she closes
my door so that she
can't hear me snoring
and she can
talk on her phone.
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