Much is hinted at in Robert Carr’s intense, imagistic poem.
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Sleeping Apart
We were counseled
to sleep in the same room
but knew a nightly
absence would be missed.
Sleeping apart we practice
listening through walls,
wrap ourselves in sheets
of different shade,
turn toward whom
we hope to find.
Undisturbed, we reach
open fingered into a tingle
to touch unlit air –
thrash and throw bedside
lamps to the floor,
dream our daylight sex
in other rooms – on the dining
table cleared of candlelight –
in the attic, holding the chipped
red paint of stairs.
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