our bed was like music
shadows flickered on the walls
incense burned and her eyelids drooped after each hit
we had seltzers on the fire escape and our mouths on each others bodies
Crescendo
The new place had a white bed and white walls and the sound of the light rail chiming incessantly just outside
nothing burned
dust gathered
we got sober
Resting not for a count but for measures and measures
dissonant
After a year she bought me a house
We painted the living room rich vibrant deep green
It smells like the food we burn in the kitchen now
But it's ok, we're learning
We've been mopping and vacuuming and steam cleaning since April
But the music turned shy
we had other concerns
Last night I put my mouth on another woman's body
Last week my wife put her lips around a man
my skin burned the way I had been missing with my girl
She knows now and once again the flame licks at us and I washed the sheets
There's the music of breaths in our room again and the quiet rumble of the cargo train
Bodies
crescendo.