in the morning we ate water

your fingers to floss,
the pluck, the wave, the tingle.
I am at a loss,
for words
I can't fit to a jingle.
little less than a minute to to 10,
little lost
I keep
doing this again,
but no,
I've only done this once...
a constant statement of false pretense,
we'll examine the words in and out of sleep
Your toes poke from the beneath a sheath
a feather
comforter.
You smile in between the epiphanies
you hit
at each point,
silently,
I can't help thinking
did I dream this up,
I pinch my palm
the pain alarms me,
I'm still up,
awake just two hours before the sun hangs in noon time.
In my head
these words are being written
on the back wall of my mind
A poem of the moment
I'll keep inside
because things like these might be
better to hide
Genuinely taken by surprise
the touch of lips, bodies in bed,
an ease into it .
here comes the calm, like a veil over my head
the curtains close, my eyes reopen and I can see you
face to face, cheek to cheek, nose to nose,
eyes wide open.