Half light slips and spreads nakedness over black furniture,
he turns to her and speaks
“tell me a secret;
tell me a secret so I can slam you into the mattress once more
and feel we’re still connected”
She sighs, brick walled air,
“you know them all, let me sleep”
he kicks onto his back,
“then how can you look through me?
Why does your hair stand on end when I touch you?”
Running ten fingers down her front,
static charge glues sheets to skin.
She places one hand
on the pillow next to hers;
“because I buried you two years ago”