Sitting on the edge of the bed
Fingers weaving, twisting, braiding.
Everything is soft, round, resting
Stomach rolls over, pudging.
Breasts drifting down to sigh over ribs.
I braid my hair for you.
Bound up, I can lay down
and on my left side
Pulling your arm over me
Fingers braided into mine, against my heart
warmer than a blanket.
Your stomach against my back
breath on my neck
You won’t choke on my hair all night
You can get so so so close to me
Close enough to share dreams.