A fire that is dying for the night
combusts wood into glitter peach embers.
We lay our bodies down with the fire.
In knowing you as my friend
I can’t help but feel my skin remembering
we’ve never slept this close.
I want so much.
Near nine or ten,
you are asleep,
our dark places are melting
My palm holds laden your chest,
feeling the way this part of you rises and softens
in time, slower than the beating heart below.
I too, soften.