Nove

The top sheet felt of whipped egg whites,
right before the sugar is added;
something to give up.
The sunrise hit the wood floor especially sensual,
running over
the grain, smooth and orange.
It took a few hours
for it to rest on your pillow--
still warm,
even though you’ve been in the shower
twelve minutes now.

I won’t look for my car keys yet;
I’ll need an excuse not to leave
the room while you are getting dressed.

~

The steering wheel has never been
colder, and I am without gloves again.
You know of my forgetfulness
around you.
On my return I cannot turn on the stereo,
as the kiss you placed
on my bottom lip

is loud enough to last
until next Thursday.



-brendan