with one eye dipped in the pillow
I bite through my lip
another sweeping through the wrist
I see tomorrow Becoming —
where we meet again
and exchange glances again
our private ritual-we do not abstain.
I gently move closer to the pillow
a fraction of your gaze
from a distant that I see
and I know you want me.
I tilt my head, hairs like willow
all over my pillow
then you pull me behind the door
of the office, I adore
and we’ve been dreaming