Morning Dear
we always
fall into sleep facing away
then wake entwined
slick with sweat from
contact:
touch to stroke to pull--closer--
here--hard--
and the sheets
suffer.
and in morning i uncoil from you,
let the last part of dream linger
where i saw your breath condense,
drop heavy to the bed as beads
of ice.
in sunlight the smoke of our love
hangs and dances, the single
shaft through the crack in the curtains
enough for this performance:
infinite angels with caresses
syncopated to your breathing,
the lungs beneath your breasts
force your chest to rise and fall
and my hand soft on the side of my face
traced to the elbow holding my head's weight
so i can lean to taste your lips--
once, twice--your eyelids twitch,
the million muscles of your mouth
make the smile start slow, and
as it overflows your eyes
open on me, and now
we are
awake.
in afterglow, the words you spoke
emerged in luminescent bubbles
that begged to freeze and shatter,
sounds emerging only
as they broke.
spinkle 2004
we always
fall into sleep facing away
then wake entwined
slick with sweat from
contact:
touch to stroke to pull--closer--
here--hard--
and the sheets
suffer.
and in morning i uncoil from you,
let the last part of dream linger
where i saw your breath condense,
drop heavy to the bed as beads
of ice.
in sunlight the smoke of our love
hangs and dances, the single
shaft through the crack in the curtains
enough for this performance:
infinite angels with caresses
syncopated to your breathing,
the lungs beneath your breasts
force your chest to rise and fall
and my hand soft on the side of my face
traced to the elbow holding my head's weight
so i can lean to taste your lips--
once, twice--your eyelids twitch,
the million muscles of your mouth
make the smile start slow, and
as it overflows your eyes
open on me, and now
we are
awake.
in afterglow, the words you spoke
emerged in luminescent bubbles
that begged to freeze and shatter,
sounds emerging only
as they broke.
spinkle 2004