Quiet respite amongst the sheets

as tickle toes go

rubbing thighs and bony shins

undercover of comforter

in this cavern, music is breathing

and the mythic lute might even be set aside

for the soft sound of eyelashes strummed

on cheeks

and foreheads

but unlike lizards on rocks

we are warm blooded

and the coldness of my feet

I fear

must be displaced from the red

of my cheeks and lips

of these intertwined legs,

if they were souls,

but these soles are merely stretching

to be covered by down sky