the book and the yearning
the comfort of the warmest pages
and the lightest bulbs, keeping
boys in their own heady late nights like
blankets or bedrooms or kisses or moments
forgotten before i opened a new book
i am short of breath and still
under the clutches of two sheets.
one is the page, and one is the comfort i felt
under the blanket where we toasted to our futures
i left it there, the book and the
yearning - only to open it again
and find you in both.
and the lightest bulbs, keeping
boys in their own heady late nights like
blankets or bedrooms or kisses or moments
forgotten before i opened a new book
i am short of breath and still
under the clutches of two sheets.
one is the page, and one is the comfort i felt
under the blanket where we toasted to our futures
i left it there, the book and the
yearning - only to open it again
and find you in both.