here in my hot sheets,
you are an archangel slumbering;
that holier-than-jesus smile & *******
if you don’t know how lovely you are,
sharp ***** hips & bitten lips.

i just want to touch you,
please, i want to press curious fingers
to your whispering veins & learn the life
racing through them.

you are an infinity of strangers i would like to know &
these bones are not my bones anymore,
i am not my own anymore,
not since you sent earthquakes
through my body, felt
every shiver & shake.

let me bury myself in
your listless limbs,
sleep away the sickness
& the winter.  go ahead.
steal my breath away.
take my heart.
it was all yours
from the start.