Your hands rap-tap-tapping on my thigh
the beat sounded like a rhyme –
I replay it in my head, it sounds again
like two bodies swaying across a city line
and wave the departing trains goodnight.

Neither moves to enter it. We just sit.
Your hair grazes a bone along my neck –
lays long enough to curl down my chest,
I count the seconds where we rest.

Everything has become a song to me
and the tune plays effervescent on repeat,
passing as buildings do from our seat in
this car strumming down December leaves –
seven days I had you from jaw to knees.