sometimes late at night
we turn pages together
from separate beds
separated by streets that intersect
our pages pressed between clean sheets
pushing us into separate heavens
marching on the prose of typed sentences
our plots twist where our limbs won't reach
sometimes i wish our reads were side by side
so that i could be there when sleeps finds her
to separate the story from her falling hand
and replace the covers over her shoulder
tucking adjectives under her slender frame
sometimes late at night
i wish we weren't so separate
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