my bed's too small for all of us
but the winter is cold enough
and we're limber enough to make it
work somehow
and in the morning when the sun is
rising and I find myself the only one
awake my senses are overflowing
the orange glow coming through the window
slow breathing syncing up once in a while
coffee stuck to my teeth from 3 am
sweat and happiness filling my lungs
and a tangle of arms and legs
a maze of fingers and toes
endlessly intertwined