Published in The Alogonquin (Spring 1998, Volume 4, Number 1)
Across the space
you sit
spread kneed, jeans pulled tight
into vectored angles.
Fingertipped
my eyes explore the denim and
my mind goes a'wandering
down
zippered paths whose teath
feel cold against mine.
Your tongue
forms questions and mine
responds in answeres innocent
We talk
of things past and present,
then you lean back
hands behind head
and my mind goes a'wandering
through a tangle of sheets, of hair
of limbs
sweat soaked, entwined.
Reality, rent
repaired.
I return to tenses present
and from behind veiled eyes say
goodbye
