she covers me with time.

hands lifting mine.

beneath the sheets she sleeps serene and naked, waiting.

her eyes a mirror i see my own in.

one heart beating in two breasts.

sweat and sticky sex and smiles.

uncoercible laughter and bosom and joy-fuck sunrise.

a heart that wants to hold me inside itself.

pliable in all the right ways.

believes in my dreams with high ceilings.

my breath is listened to and breathed in by other lungs.

voice warming to new climes.

mayhaps a poem lies beneath this unsheathed sword.

have i the heart to extend it upon her papyrus day?