Fluidtimes

I pretended to be asleep
when she shifted only three inches 
away
and fell, gracefully, 
on my shoulder.

She was her own 
sleeping universe,
warm by my side.

I resisted reaching
out to brush the hair from her face
or to pull her
just
a little closer.

I knew
the warmth she gave off,
half sunken in my bed,
was not for me.

Had she even wanted
to surround me, 
I knew

I couldn't steal the sheets off someone 
who'd kept me 
warm longer.

Friends should sleep in other beds

Sometimes I sit and 
dream that the world is at my
timid fingertips.