The approach to you is rather tanglesome —
A thin cotton quilt, two thick, woolen blankets, a plump comforter, you.
It’s all layered nice and neat as the lights go out
And thereafter a little unrest ensues.
As the layers meld, then separate, splitting apart
Splitting us apart.
I reach out through the gaps, clasping and grasping at your bony elbow
You are better at this — because your arm makes it through.
It is far warmer nestling in the crook of an elbow.
