Together we are tall

Together we are tall;
your hand
in the small of my back
curls from a flower
to a fist
and I think of each finger
and the brave move you’ve made
a stone on bone
as we walk.
At night as we sleep
hair congregates
and celebrates.
Your arm is hard under my pillow
and fingers are lost to the sheets.
Front knees kiss back knees
and under hot, happy skin
hearts race.

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