Following my eyes to the lines of your legs,
I’ll never forget how you quickened my breath
or happened upon my home in your roam.
You cast a small shadow but no matter,
I’m certain to announce your arrival
I find you!
How do you find me,
Yet little habits form to remind,
you’re not far from mine
in reluctant rituals-
a recoil here, a tiny tuck there.
Nothing but whites showing
from these sheets, as I imagine your creep.
I’m tough as I drift into sleep,
only to dream of that creep!
I awake in a sweat, throw the lights on to check.
Did you come back to chat, or was it just that…
a shadow, can I accept that,
Can I simply let it go?
if it ends in a poem.
For as my breathing slowed,
your world became my own
with those eight lines, memorized.
Nothing now but to write
of that imagined bite…