You brought me ice water.
It sweated on the bedside table
while I took your body into mine.
In your resonant chest there was a quality
akin to fear. Your heart
trembled.

Your fragile bones; I felt them
beneath your skin.

A light came
from your center when you were naked.
I touched your flesh, forgetting my own in
remembering yours.

My hands on your back,
you arched toward me,
your eyes closed.
You clung to me as though desperate
to feel my weight.

Afterward, the glass was empty.
You were spent and I was clothed
in the damp sheet.
A silence hung from the drapes.

These words are only
almost a whisper-

the moon is gently setting
away from you.
The room is losing moonlight;
your light is dulling.

I am forgetting your skin
in remembering mine.