IT’S GOOD TO HAVE A FRIEND IN BED
A friend is like having another self.
Pythagoras
My lips graze over your eyelids,
inhaling the nectar of hibiscus.
Love for you is breath.
Your body is an art.
I fill my cup with your scent.
Please move closer to me.
I love the way you give complete
attention to dewdrops in the morning.
We’re acrobatically entwined
like funny monkeys at the zoo.
When we fight, mercurochrome
will do—we never need iodine.
Wherever it hurts, we doctor
each other with love—down
to the marrow in our bones.
We sleep deep.
Loneliness settles on the moon—
not alone, not alone any more.