One Night Stand

When they wake,
They stay in their warm shells,
Watching the sun traverse the sky,
Sated and content,
To just be,
And let time crawl by.
He leaves her warm arms
Pulling on his crumpled jeans
And nothing more,
And she watches him move
With the same grace
As the night before.
Neither speak,
Neither make a sound,
Both lost in their heads.
A word given,
A word taken,
In the confines of a bed.

-A

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