your leg on my leg
forehead to forehead we are
like a bomb shelter
counting syllables
with my fingers on your back
half asleep poems
wrapping around each
other, safe from satellites
shot out of the sky
nuzzle in and close
the hatch, nail the doors up, wait
for the war to pass
your hand on my thigh
your cheek on my cheek we are
like a bomb shelter
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