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