Three Line Lunch: A Toe’s Radius

a diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 383

A Toe’s Radius
for Elise upon journey‘s return

Tonight my sleep no longer lonely. Yes, alone can be sweet,
Air blowing cool across my naked body, covers off, sliding door open to overnight balcony.
But all tonight long even in sleep I know her warm body resides, so near, within a toe’s radius.