You are warm, moist, soft strands stick to your forehead quiet-cocooned you shuffle, murmur, reach for me across space, fingers feeling for skin, then you move your big body close in - bulky contact - your arm heavy, you breathe noisily then shift for comfort, twine your legs, adjust your head till your hair tickles my nose; rny arm round your shoulders in this dim room you roll and sigh a sleeping lion.next poem