Heartravels

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        a senryu sequence

when I come late to bed  
I move your leg flung over my side—  
that warm gate  

nights you’re not here  
I inch toward the middle  
of this boat, balancing  

when I turn over in sleep  
you turn, I turn, you turn,  
I turn, you  

some nights you tug the edge  
of my pillow under your cheek,  
look in my dream  

pulling the white sheet  
over your bare shoulder  
I marry you again

Veronica Patterson