First Night

Dovetailed tight together after love
your hair will tickle me,
my arm will soon go numb,
while pins and needles
will become an agony.

And though I want to lie sweat-close to you
all night
I hope that you will be the first one to admit
we'll need our own sides of the bed
for sleep.

Martin Parker

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