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Synchronization

I am sorry I cannot be with you

  as your breath sweeps

    the broken day to sleep.

I can only observe, write,

  and sympathize

and wonder at the closed thick

  line

    of eyelashes, of duvet that

  cuts

    your head

  asunder - hidden beneath.

You are bare.

In truth, your twitching legs

  remind me

    as rhythmic breathing

      sets me thinking;

        slips me to dreaming.

Switch -

  synchronized

    in darkness -

  bare.

I join you there.

- Simon Huggins, 19th April 2002