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 This is the peace in waiting: knowing
you will come home. That soon
I will hear your hand against the door, your step
gentle on the floorboards, careful
of any creak -- the night is cold and empty
until you slip in beside me, fingers
gentle across the line
of my hip and belly, communication
in the dark, love 
humming skin-to-skin like bass
notes played down low, until
all our angles lie in parallel, and the room
is warm and I can sleep.