We recall all of our former lovers, baffled
By the histories that brought us to this
Bed, out of the rain, and into each other’s
Arms. Other parts swam separate and
We noted their travels with smiles and
Teeth and wet bites where the ropes
Are just beginning to fasten down. We
Test each other’s readiness for such grip
With delicate nodding of heads till our
Rib cages touch and push everything close.
Our skin is too hot to hold, and the white
Noise of our commingling breaths begin to
Drown out the hum of this April rain, and
We simply cease to notice that it’s morning.