No more than three hours
ago
when your body
made funny sounds with my body
and we breathed
like drums
and our hearts thumped
like rocking chairs,
I opened my eyes,
to the shallow shadow
in the curve
of your right shoulder
and I remembered
   -above the smacking
     and slipping,
     and swallowing,
      and wheezing-
the first time I turned over
and watched you sigh
in your sleep.