Soft across my ear
your breath a rhythmic whisper
as we spoon under a sheet
after acting on our passions.
Your stomach and my back form
a warm, moist curve.
Our feet are mixed and tangled
till I can’t tell which toes are yours or
which heel is mine.
My body is honey and giggles
melted into softness.
A dawn bird
chirping us his spring song
serenades the light that’s bringing
windows into focus.
Can we lie here for forever?
Or must I move to
write this poem?
