Princeton, June, 6 am.
The first morning I woke up with you
you looked as peaceful as a girl who drowned
face down, in a movie about another time.
Your dark hair spread out
as if the sheet was made of water
steady breath feeding dreams
and rocking your body like waves.
But when I moved closer
your skin was warmer than mine
and exactly as warm
as the day outside would be and I knew
you took cues from the weather.
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- May 4, 2005 / 11:44 pm
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