While we lie in bed
your hand brings me the slow dawn.
The reflection of morning in your eyes
glows above the hum of sunrise.
Between our sheets
the dimpled texture
of your nude skin
becomes my personal canvas.
You shiver like gasps
to watch my hands
pull at the air
that floats over your body.
Your cold touch
heals my warm isolation.
The sigh that escapes your lips
keeps me staring and still.
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