home at last
arms and feet
lips on lips
legs and sheets
sweat and sighs
tousled hair
no place to be
but here
and hereÂ
andÂ
there
* * *
Back to bedÂ
without breakfast.
Hunger liesÂ
not in our bellies,Â
but lower,
deeper within.
Sweat mingles,
parts tingle.
We disappearÂ
in rusty sheets.
Holding hands,
we rise
late afternoon.
You dress in blue
to match your eyes.
Me, in white,Â
brand newÂ
now back with you.
A shot.
Your shirtÂ
(last words).
You fall.