Who’s Side Are You On?

We picked sides decades ago.

No asking of preference.

We climbed in.

 

Four a.m., this morning after the end of the world,

I raised my arm over your head

like a first date clue.

You came close and rested your temple

on my collar bone.

 

You wished our room was pitch black.

It would have been a long blackness

last night as the solstice yawned.

You and I hidden,

pressed together quietly awake.

 

You said you couldn’t stop thinking.

I fumbled for just one thought,

A deep one, for my arrogance

only acknowledges deep thoughts in the night.

 

A thin line of separation.

 

Center bed, no man’s land.

The space between us.

You on the right,

me on the left.

 

I wonder how many times we crossed

in cover of darkness?

How many times have we pulled

the other over?

How many times our back to back

disagreements ended in rendezvous?

 

I like it when we hold hands

as we stare at the ceiling.

Our favored hands threaded,

our thoughts lying on the pillow cases.

 

Let’s have a sleep over tonight.

Your place or mine?

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