clothes put on to let them slip off
the cushion-wardrobes pulled
empty because you come

knock love into one another
at the sound of an ordinary
working day blown inside

holding our breath
over our long backs
scratching nails bathed soft

awaken warm folds
discover dozy skin
infinitely far our look

tongueling in my fumbled mouth
tingling in all ten of my toes
both arms wingspread

sink sighing in the depths
which unfold and you nest
yourself in and around me