Most Nights.

Most nights I laymedown with a simple “thanks” and a small smile
and turn on my side pretending
I can reach out
stroke your back or neck
or hold your hand
in the comfortable plain between our restings

Most nights, the rituals of putting the household to bed are simple
dog, locks, thermostat
music, lights
undress, little or nothing
slide in, plump ‘n’ fuss

Most nights
we lay together miles apart
under the moon, spied on by heavenly embraces of o
ur ancestors and spirits whose soul (yes) purpose is
to Love us beyond time and space
through our flaws and foibles and missed understandings

the way we Love each other, most nights.

~Dar Dawson

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