My fingers unlaced your skin like ribbon,
flowing warm satin down my palms into spine

When you pulled me closer, your hands
became part of my hips, unmovable

The way your thigh was an extension of my
clenched fist and my legs and yours tied in
a messy bow,
cold feet and scalding chests
and fixed jaws

In a singular moment from you changing
to my back against the wall and vague texts
canceling dinner plans

We could not go out when we were more
conjoined twin than happy couple
the only double date that night was our lips
exchanging moans

Maybe tomorrow night we will see friends