you are always perfect
stretched out
sucking smoke in
tracing rings on my
clothed shoulder
and I am forever staring
and wanting and almost begging
to swallow bits
of your lower lip

at 1:19 i woke up wanting
to get dressed and walk to school
wait for you to come to your 7:30 class
to ask what color of shirt you wore yesterday
tell you i wore black and that my feet were hurting
as i walked from classroom to classroom
and that they’ve buried the fish without me

you undressed me. shy,
as if I haven’t let you before,
you untied, kissed me up the thigh.
you undressed me. shy,
as if you haven’t kissed up my (sigh), 
you locked the door, you did more and did more.
you undressed me, shy,
as if I haven’t let you before.

there is a wide blanket
pure warm wool and all, and ours
only during the driest of summers
and never in the wetness of August
in pushing winds, in pouring rain

like spiders, we wrestled
into your wide white mattress.
your legs, all eight of them,
entangled in all eight of mine.