Tootles

we fit

you and I

perfectly together

on our sides in the dark

rising and falling

your sour sweet shock

of sweaty fuzz

tucked up under my chin

the curl of you

all ribs

legs

and dimpled baby bottom

that last squishy remainder

of a tinier you

pressed against my flaccid belly

still loose from bringing you here

to this space

to this moment

locked in each others embrace

breathing each others air

dreaming each others dreams

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