after a drunken fifteen minute walk home
you discovered me in my bed
like dinosaur bones
dusted off the feathers and white house paint
we made love after two years
‘my god you’re a saint’
you tasted and felt as good as i’ve dreamed
your name on my breath,
you ripped all of my seams
morning light and we talked about being sad
put my hair behind my ear,
'sometimes loneliness isn’t that bad'
i don’t know if it will happen again
but i’m not ready to let our sweet rendezvous end