A Night Without You

what is sleep
if not with my face
against your back
my ear
cradled by your shoulder-blade

what is joy
if not with your hair falling across my breast
and my arms curled
somewhere around your upper torso
and your feet locked in mine
is warmed by the robs of your sensation

when not by your side
my eyes refuse to close
my muscles refuse to relax
so what is more profound
than when waking up
I kiss your neck
and turn into a lark
singing with my heart:
I am warm by your heart?

by Padmore Enyonam Agbemabiese

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