I roll over and pounce,
thinking of the beeswax deodorant
you bought when I said it would
smell good on you---
Bees! You've got BEES in your armpits!
And even though you're not ticklish there
you laughed.
Your mischief beard hangs
like bristle fingers from your chin
and touches my neck in a way
that keeps me between thoughts
and closed eyes.