Sunk in the black of this room
the centipedes blindly ascend
cratered stucco and scramble
clinging from the ceiling in cadence
to my breathing in the abyss beneath.
The cat pads in gentle drumming
on the hardwood
muted then by carpet to gleam her eyes
at the rising dropping sound of cars
coasting past then pricks her fierce ears
to the pinging of mouse paws
galloping along a metal pipe behind drywall.
Your shallow snoring next to my ear
what you don’t know you share
with me and your skin softly scraping mine
in delicate nearly undetectable rustlings
rhythms of us fitting better and better together.