For Janine

As thimbles of daylight entered the room
Janine turned to me and said,
"Come closer.
Smell my hair,
Touch my legs,
Put your mouth where mine is."
I moved a step closer and said,
"Dearest Janine,
I am afraid and weak.
I need your help,
Your comfort belly,
Your hair so entwined with the breaking day,
Your lips of wise movement."
"Move nearer," she said,
"You must move to meet me
If I am to meet you."
With her gentle hand
She grazed the hair on my arm,
Touched the ripples of my back,
Opened her mouth,
And exhaled on my twitching shoulder.
"There," she said,
"Now we are as close as two people can be."
I brushed her hair aside so that her ears were bare.
I whispered,
"That wasn't so difficult."
"It is always difficult," she whispered.
With only time passing between us,
We lay still as the bedsheets grew warm,
As minutes ticked into hours,
As dawn inched into morning.

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