Sometimes in bed

you turn your back

on me and I on you,

and a lazy game

of footsie is the product

of those two negatives,

a slow dancing

cheek to cheek.

I like the tangle

and the tightness

of a hug,

the snug asymmetry

of spooning.

But when our heads

diverge, reflecting

each on its own pillow,

our solitary dreams

replenish the heart-

shaped space

we make between us.