Sleeping Over

my sheets in the laundry

in case you might

stay over tonight

grocery shopping—

   first condoms

since the breakup

my fingers

     quivering . . .

brushing your buttons

flickering candle . . .

the curve of my palm      fits

the shape of your breast

the candle flickers . . .

she smiles and says

my panties are edible

the ice cube

held between my lips . . .

hardens your nipple

your rhythmic breathing . . .

     my jeans on the floor

bent at the knee

riding you . . .

    the tip of my tongue

        across your lower lip

distant waves—

the stretching of your neck

with my thrusting

in the garbage can

wrapper of a condom brand

I don’t recognize

awake in moonlight

       beside you

I watch your chest rise and fall

hitting the snooze button,

I disappear

back into my love dream