By Gala
Date: 5 December 2000
Djinn
I slip in soft as satin
flowing subtle against you
and arch to mold your contours
but no pressure
no weight
against your skin like paint
so you wear me like cashmere
soft and warming.
Even in sleep
you yield to my touch
and though you do not wake
your hand finds my hip
and rests there
half curled
half comforted by the warmth.
I lean my ear against you
to hear the calm and steady beat
the quiet whisper of breath
and it is enough
to lie here
and be even this much in your world.
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