Comfort

My eyes struggle to open
but stay closed
as if locked by my lashes.

The dark is comfy around us:
No need to change that.

My fingers move
in a gentle, low-key way
from shoulder to palm.
Lids tremble,
lips part.

Breathe.
I lay my head
by his head
and sleep.

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