Conversation

afterwards we watched the rain
run the glass streaky
sodden light and splats drumming
and our gasping slowed
faded beneath our hearing
leaving touch - your arm
across my chest, your chin pressed
into my neck, hard
and your breath ghosting my beard
the window above
rippled, lightning smeared sometimes
i counted one, two
three, then rumble, while you slept
and i quelled panic
certain i'd never feel such
uncomplicated
wellbeing again

Ta @FrostPoem - skylight.
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