Choral score

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Pulled hot from the dryer,
the flannel sheets turn our bed

into a cocoon, a refuge 
where hungry bodies blend.

See how the years together
have turned us softer, and sweet.

And still, there is the keen blade 
of our desire, that constant heat.

When our twin bodies meet 
under the blankets,

we recognize one another 
in a world beyond language,

hand to hand, mouth to mouth, 
pressed tightly together as we sleep.

We’re much alike, yet still unique. 
When we share a bed, we sing.

- William Reichard, used with permission