Rearranging the Night
Unwelcome yellow light illuminates
crumpled dirty denim jeans
black lace bra, 36 C-cupping the air.
Somehow my heeled boots have claimed
ownership to your coiled socks.
Your corduroys entwine my halter top
echoing your honey my ivory limbs.
Darkness practices addition.
Through open lids of window sill and
subtly raised blind
beams filter, harass eyelids to flutter.
The crescent curve of our hips
resists the sun's circle outside.
The alarm clock rearranges
the silence, our dreams, our bodies.
Your chest hairs tickle my back
as the singular cell of our warmth divides.