Early Morning in Berlin

Early Morning in Berlin

In the early morning I patter bare feet
On the concrete floor.
Outside there’s silence of snow.
I cross the length of the space between us.
The door doesn’t squeak as it used to,
I stand firm on the floor
And let the warmth expand.
Between your inhale and exhale
I slide under the covers
And inch closer to your back.
Another inhale
And exhale
And recognition.
And love.

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