VII

April 2007
days are getting shorter as my
breath falls in time to
the body beside me
a grunt a snore a counter-top
we collide with the lights out
(with a shirt this tight, it
feels so good to breathe)

& I slide backwards
knew there'd be reasons for
skirts someday
this mouth does more than just inhale
as saliva drips spreads
across jugular veins
& lowered collars
buttons zipper clasps snaps undone
spilled elastic on tile floors

crushed eyes against my shoulder
losing pillows space to rest
my weary hips imagine future flesh
falling off couch cushions
inch after inch pushed away
pulled close needy finger tips
my head in his shoulder
six wavering inches over a short cliff
to sleep on slip off

curl up into over him
we speak softly: the only adults
in sight hidden beneath thin
blankets illusions a garbled i love
you soaked in silent clasped hands
murmur about separate plans near futures
inside jokes we share covers slightly
not an inch between my clothes are
so warm as his close breath
falls into rhythm his heartbeat still
pounds so loud so hard