Image by: The Galek Sea

In the sleeply upsun 
I listen for your hustlegrind
and await the sockstep 
stairslide back to me.

I reach for the  
presspalm heatseep 
and we recline,
shoulderhip: shoulderhip,
as the slipdown bitterblack 
nudges us into morning.

Amidst curtainbreeze sunslant, 
we twistlimb and dayfloat, 
my hands drawing through 
your deepthirstywaters.