Let Me Know If This Happens

And as I inhale little particles from the air

we wait;

to see what you’ll do - to me - to you -

to a shifting continent under our feet

where we walk, grass turns to sand and I drag

my plans, my love, my touches, my hopes, my life to our bed -

to see whether you are in it

or just your body is.

Laying there next to you I breathe that hot air.

Heart marching, waiting for you to say

you love my wholeness. You shift.

We dance into the crooks of each other and consume.

And once the flames wick out, you croon in my ear,

“I love you.”

But when we are sweaty I do not believe you,

until you say it to me in the kitchen tomorrow

and in the living room two days later and then in a Target

In the one dollar section

and two weeks later at the drive-thru and

five minutes after that when I spill

my milkshake on my lap - You love me.

Then I gently break my heart in two

and place the bigger half in your lovely, good hands.