Green Velvet

its summer in my chest there is ice in my hands as we clink to something or nothing cheers for the sake of cheers

conversation

for the sex

of talking

in a slowing cascade of light you fucked me in your kitchen like I was never coming home like I was a fading moon in your darkness and I think about it with my hands between my thighs

I think about it,

I think about it

I tell you about moments of mundane inspiration spilled coffee the gold color of your shirt the green velvet of your couch

where our legs

ran

astray

your arms hold tightly your wandering mouth the heat of your breath the heat in my ribs that I feel in my toes I could stay

here

until morning

for you, night never comes quietly and morning is screaming birds I ask if you’re tired, your shoulders say only mostly I ask if you’re lonely,

your chest heaves

a sundered

sigh

but your hips come easy and your hands journey softly take me in, take me in and let me show you

how budding words

fall

in blooms

move like smoke like the vapor billowing from my chest swallow me whole open, sky and stars

black silk

green velvet

my chattering skin now silent soothed by your hands I hope I wake here And I hope

sleep

at least grazes

your cheek