folded like a clam
tucked in all the corners
the bed spread stuck to you
like an enchanted lover.
you don't remember me
loosening the bedding
and sliding in beside you
my frighteningly cold hands
thawing under your hot breath
and my toes curling
around yours for warmth.
by morning i'd stolen
three corners of the quilt
from your side of the bed;
my unconscious ploy
to get you to cuddle me closer
by chasing the blanket
to my side of the dipping mattress.
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