my muscles are graceful in a way that they
have never been before.
He's fresh, lying against the sheets
I brush his hair away from my face
Lie slack in the
half-lighted morning, Sunday rises
astonishing me for the sparkling.
Free, lazy, hazy,
The air is lighter and clearer than before
golden dried sweat and happiness.
Our first time
Never liked the phrase
too final for what I want.