wait

Slatted sun
striping
the floor the cat

wheezing
in sleepiness
lilac sweet

purple antique
curling through
window

through a diff
erent
window the sun

pinging
glass from wine-gold
to sun-blaze

sudden darkness
upstairs the
cat sleeps

against me
as I
sleep waiting for

this

A finger
might
run
the length
of
her nose
catch
at
her lower
lip stop
at
a scar a
freckle a
hand
cup
the side
of
her face
allow
the weight
of
her head
her chin
to rest
in
a palm
grip
her waist her
hip pull
her
closer
a voice
might
re
mind
her

soft

lee

that
she
is.

conversation in a car 3

As she turned up
the heat
U2 telling her
it was
a beautiful
day her heart her
head her groin her
breath short tight
shall
low twitchy
restless he turned
pushed
her hair
behind
her ear easy
quick
clumsy
so he could see
her face
he said
so everyone could see
how pretty
she was

conversation in a car 2

Before
the light
changed
she moved closer
and touched
the back of his neck
the way she thought
he liked it
with just
the tips
of her fingers she thought
about the jasmine
tea and something
else the way
he would have
gone home then
the way
he would have put
the key
into the door
the light
changing
as he walked
through.

last

He came
to her
as he had the first
time
years before
eyes wide
in the darkness
breathing her
in
out
in
his hands
saying she was
a beautiful
thing of glass
fragile
beneath
his fingers
swirling over
her edges
until
she vibrated
with
their
song