3 a.m.
and waiting
for your shift to end
for you to come home and
slip from your uniform then
slide into bed
your smile
in greeting
a soft click and vanishing
sliver of light behind you
rustling comforters
four arms filling
with one another
moist the night
luxurious and long
we move within it
between darkness and light
the way I move in
and out of you
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