i recall a tuesday morning
filled with stucko
twisted sheets
when you leaned to touch my cheek
you always wore your lip balm heavy

i rolled over to see the space between the drawn curtains
where the sun would say good morning
whether it was good or not

our fingers tied in loose
predictable
knots

i remember the eiffel tower
the woman in white
or was she red? i can't be sure

how i paid such close attention
to the timing between our breath

i remember standing in front of the mirror entertained
by how we move
and with those same knots draped below your navel
an embrace that molded us as one creature

these stupid little moments
have a way of stacking up
and when i knock them to the floor
it's so easy to trip over the rubble

maybe i should have spent less time staring at the ceiling
maybe i should have listened to your heart rather than your lungs
maybe i should have tied my knots a little tighter