Alison Cassidy - New Years Eve

At the stroke
of midnight
I stroked
your back
as you slept
naked in the oppressive summer heat.

The fan purred contentedly
at the foot of the bed.
Your cheeks moved
in and out
like tiny bellows.

I placed
a row
of kisses
(salty warm)
along the length and breadth of you.

You didn't stir.

I wanted to wake you,
To take you in my arms.

But instead,
I turned out the light.

Alison Cassidy

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