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When the moon enhances your face
Through translucent window panes
And you cradle me in your arms
Against your chest
I thank God a billion times
In the silence of my heart
That he gave me you
And when the camera rolls
And I move against your body
Your heat spiraling mine
Fragile nighties prove their
Uselessness
My husband becomes my pride
And I feel sorry for single women
And after firelights have exploded
In warmth and twenty-four-hr viruses
Tongue; hair and mingled breath
You snuggle me again
In the crook of your arm
Our nakedness beneath the white sheet
With no warmth than that of our
Naked legs sprawled over each
Other
And the gentle snore of our breathing
Ends the show for tonight.
12/09/2014
Natasha Asare
After 10 years of marriage will you still cherish nights like these?