we sleep alone,

turning backs

against each other. we’re fine –

it’s not a metaphor;

just how we like

to sleep. and we’ve bought

a second

duvet too –

to stop unconscious

snatching.

we lie

rolled over alone

and both of us

curled comfortable

in the dark blue light

of night-time.

nobody ruins

anybody’s comfort.

nobody’s body

makes anyone

warm. when we’re awake

we lie together – tangle up constantly

in each-others arms. and also

when we’re done sometimes

with sex. no reason

not to separate

that from sleeping – from being

comfortable together

in every way we can.

jesus.

perhaps it is

a metaphor.