Between the sheets
Between the sleeps
Between one thing and another
One word and another

Spaces on a page
Pauses for thought
Little black-outs

What was I saying?

Which you are you now?
Let me find the nighttime you

In bed, in the dark, we meet each other’s strangeness
We speak a different language now
A nocturnal language
Of silences
Motion

Later
Half waking
I see moving bodies where the room was
I see you
Multiplied
All your selves

A door opens
A curtain shifts in the breeze

I try to write about it
But it resists expression

We’re in the spaces now
In the pauses
On the threshold

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