Last Moments

“Closer” you say, from less
Than six inches away, the end
Of the weary, long day, at last
At rest. The best rare moments, we talk
This way, with heads on pillows, face
Each other. Face each other, soft voices
In sounds sleeping gray, sometimes
Important, often just touching, topics
From the day, anything else left to say,
Before sleep, before love, before
Anything that matters gets away. I speak
“Are you thinking of a date?” and
I watch and wait, no clouds rise up, no
Silences contained. Easy as breathing, your
Sweetest, intimate way, neither hurry
Nor delay. “Closer” you say.

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