she sees the fear in my eyes.
my shaking hand.

she looks at me like
there is nothing wrong.

her lie makes me stronger. her lie
is something to build truth upon.

oh, the inquisitive perk
of an eyebrow.

something about it, well...
something feels right.

and that is what is
terrifying to me.

she woke up and said,
'good morning.'

i was hoping she would be gone
before the light hit my eyes.

ah, but here.
here she was.

and i did the only thing that seemed right.
i held her.

she said that this should have stayed
in last night.

i would have
killed
for it to have stayed in last night.

because now i take a risk.
she is gorgeous-naked and shivering in my arms, the light hazel ringing deep pits of half-dark, the shivering curve in the small of her back, the way that the sheet flowed about her, pulled taut.
and that smile;

oh jesus christ.

men have started wars for such a sight.

...but no. we agree to leave it here.

we agree to isolation until the next lonely night,
when she'll grab my tie and pull me close.

until take two, ill wait.

mm mm sweet

wait too long and that fishy might swim out to sea

but eventually

ah, but back in the sea is where i want that fishy.

i figured but how did i know