It’s too hot
To be this close
I say
Pulling you closer
You stick to me
A flurry of features
Reality melts
Eyes, lips, a hand, two hands
A giggle, a gasp, a moment of silence
The shoes, the shirt, the pants
A kiss, a kiss, a kiss --
A call from downstairs, maybe, faintly,
Again, a giggle, a curse
The pants, the shirt, the shoes
You lick my fingers
I fix your hair
It’s too hot
To have been this close