Room Tone

a poem for Diane

Photo by Daniele Levis Pelusi on Unsplash

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Beneath this
silence

is another silence—
an egg within

an egg. Inside
our house, inside

our bed, we refuse
to leave

the warmth.
The city is so quiet

that I can hear
your body

working.
O, your heart

and lungs
are a gorgeous

foundry.
Your legs

are bare. So
are mine. Skin

against skin.
This is our egg. 

Our silence.
Our sovereignty.

Let's sleep
for one

more hour,
entwined

and furled.
O, my love,

let's ignore 
the world.