A Half-light declaration

Whispering in hair stroking softness at three am
I mingle profundity with nonsense
to form messages that loop around
your neck like my outstretched arms.

The checked bedspread shields me
as in the grey light I seek your scrutiny
and in the midst of rustle and fumble I find
myself in the aroma of your embrace.

I curve my palms around your chest
drawing algebraic patterns whilst
your rhythmic breathing seeps into me:
Fears become no more than waking dreams.

Tiredness descends by degrees
Its monochrome weight pressing together
my eyelids and in that unfocused moment
I whisper those words, heedless of you hearing.

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