I sang to you a tune i didn't remember
and you recognized the melody immediately,
we talked about gore and cannibalism
as though eating each other is like eating apples.
red skin paled by winter
glows warm under incandescent bedside-light.
the first time i saw under your shirt,
i closed my eyes for a moment
just to wonder a second longer.
i felt your smooth cheek brush my thigh,
and later we spoke about cats
as though we didn't just pet each others'.