Sunday, June 07, 2015


pretending, I arrange
pillows, I arrange and 
I imagine 
the space
you would fill, your
breath's rhythm, your
mouth's heat
by my shoulder,
in my hair, the
movement on my hip of
a single finger tracing 
my pale skin. 
I imagine
the causal tangle 
of our legs. 
and then
I close my eyes,
lean into you,
and sleep.