LOVER
There is a moment
just after, when the ticking
of the clock on the nightstand
is amplified, reverberating
off the skylights, when
the heat of your body is
a blanket from which
I never wish to emerge.
There is a moment
just after, when the ticking
of the clock on the nightstand
is amplified, reverberating
off the skylights, when
the heat of your body is
a blanket from which
I never wish to emerge.