The wind enters quickly through the window
pushing the curtain out of its way
just to touch our backs facing different directions.
With no rehearsal you move closer to me
and I harmonize my curves to your edges
like two connecting pieces from a puzzle.
There is no love to talk about
this is just the first morning after
but, to our surprise,
the room is covered with tenderness
from your lips calming my fears,
from my fingertips healing your sorrow.
This time I won’t dwell on the future-
always trying to anticipate a lifetime
steals seconds from these few minutes of happiness.
The cool wind doesn’t scare
two lonely strangers
who can embrace a tender body
the morning after many mornings
of shivering from hugging memories.
by JVP
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