I am bathing in the taste of yesterday’s you,
Slivers of ourselves tucked between my sheets
You, mumbling beautiful nonsense,
face pressed against my breast,
the sirens of Richmond outside my window screaming to me
that I am being vulnerable,
aren’t I crazy?
This tenderness, my fingers wrapping
around your body
like tendrils of English ivy begging you for more
feels warm in the pit of my stomach.
It is a heat like red wine
as I stare at you from under my lashes.
You, so bashful underneath the artful layers,
so easily unwrapping me like hard candy.
I keep waiting for you to crack me between your jaw –
to break me and
chew me and
spit me out but
you do not.
Your kiss lingers on my neck
while I make you coffee.
Mostly naked, I watch you and wonder
what keeps you so tired.
I hope one day I will know and
one day you will sleep soundly
in my arms.