First Night of a Few
The clock hums; SoftGlo dial reads 4:10;
she's long asleep, curled beside me, an embryo...
some ribs show:
she's been broke.
(She said that. Now I understand.
That late snack at the coffeeshop
was more than most remembered meals.)
her flanks have stayed so
naked, brushing against me...
--It's four in the morning; she's long asleep...
Small. Almost tiny,
--Small smooth pliable body
I roll and plant a
on the top of her head.
(It's four in the morning; she's long asleep..)