His

she kissed him with her Cranberry lips

rhythm of breath
calming the drums in his head

lemons exploded on the wall behind the bed;
glorious yellow
licking the bitter away, it was
meant. Meant like this.

lazy sunday morning:
white curtains floating on the breeze.
bed with you is always more comfortable

faces in palms; dusty haze
tousled hair.
falling into the folds

contact. touch.
not. yet. don't
Wake
me yet.