i’m thinking about the time i was asleep on your floor,
and you got out of bed
and crawled under the blanket with me
and took my face between your palms
and kissed me slow,
hands up under pajama shirts.
i pulled your hair and you moaned–
i laughed, because
your succulents were watching.
we didn’t talk at all,
laying there in the moonstripes.
instead we listened.