The click of the key
the shoes in the cabinet
the slight rustle in the toilet

and intimately the gleam
under the bathroom door, his smell
entering at my feet

I already know how
he slides towards me
carefully warming his hands

under his armpits
to caress me
from sleep to wonderful

and to make me stretch out
in a sea of time
where the wind rises

and hands and mouths
rush unstoppably
till the sky clears

And then
again