Early morning
she stretches,
her naked body
half wrapped in
warm bed sheets.
Half-asleep,
she mumbles my name,
and turns her back.
I barely make out
her long, blond legs
sprawled under the
clumsy comforter.
I touch her shoulder
and she turns again.
I could go back
and tuck her body
into mine —
but I know
I know
I know not to.
