dear love, how cold you are
perfect foil to my hot exhausted body,
i prefer this commune under the stars,
so sharp so blue, as if someone
had stabbed holes into the floor of heaven.
i like it because you are silent,
i like kissing your mouth
at once firm and vulnerable,
and a bit blue on the edges.
there are shadows beneath your eyes,
but i like kissing them just as i did before,
shivering with pleasure
when my lips touch your spiky lashes.
it’s good to have you all to myself.
the moon is hiding as well,
we are alone here on the thirteenth fairway,
unashamed of the unremarkable brownness
of my naked body lying next to yours,
so pale and magnificent,
so hard and unyielding,
i allow a sigh to disturb
this companionable silence,
it will be years before they call you topsoil.