Shape of you

There’s this space in my room
that’s about your size
where my arms should be
and inbetween them
and my contended sighs, lies
in my mind each part of your body.

I’ve piled high pillows and other
big lumpy things
and I lie quietly next to this lump
this dumpling
this something with closed clotted-cream eyes
pretending, pretending.

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