At first I am so cold even the comforter is not enough,
the thick cotton settling like a gust of air across my bare stomach.
I can feel the fullness of your quiet body
on the other side of the bed,
the space between us drawing goosebumps,
so that when the heat returns, yes, with your hands,
those points of warmth on my breasts and sides,
I imagine the chilly wind pinned like lights to the ceiling,
rushing, flashing, stirring something else now.
the thick cotton settling like a gust of air across my bare stomach.
I can feel the fullness of your quiet body
on the other side of the bed,
the space between us drawing goosebumps,
so that when the heat returns, yes, with your hands,
those points of warmth on my breasts and sides,
I imagine the chilly wind pinned like lights to the ceiling,
rushing, flashing, stirring something else now.