Me Vs. You (It became an issue)  

We slept hot together for a summer
Between your winter sheets

Through the first nights
After the heat
We each clung to a soft edge of your bed
Me on the left, one arm and one leg dangling over
You on the right, curled, fetal

As the nights wore on
Your feet found mine in our sleep
And soon our legs were entwined
Your body curled around mine

I would wake then
Finding myself uncomfortably wet behind my knees, at the nape of my neck, beneath and between my breasts

Here would come the struggle
Here the untangling
The removal of sheets

You would wake then
Grumble flatly
(Was it a question, or a rebuke?)
“Your cold”

It was then that you would peel your skin from my skin,
Roll into your sheets and away from me

But often, later
You’d reach out for me in your sleep
I’d pull you close
And we would fall together into the deep ease of sleep

But, in the early hours of the morning
In the late days of summer
It became an issue
Who was holding who

 

© 2007 Corine Demas