The first time your love tapped my shoulderPosted: November 1, 2010
I loved you that January night, or
was it that I didn’t want
to fight the cold outside, your skin
so warm, so ripe.
travel languid sheets, spread our
skin smudged mornings.
the sun makes orange juice walls,
we sizzle, syrup sweet.
sky rotates clouds of birds,
I stay here tied to your words.