Sometimes in bed
you turn your back
on me and I on you,
and a lazy game
of footsie is the product
of those two negatives,
a slow dancing
cheek to cheek.
I like the tangle
and the tightness
of a hug,
the snug asymmetry
of spooning.
But when our heads
diverge, reflecting
each on its own pillow,
our solitary dreams
replenish the heart-
shaped space
we make between us.
