The first night we hardly knew what we were doing,
the orange light soft on your hips like a warm summer sky,
your body rising above mine like a kite.
How we laughed about the condoms and it took a lifetime
to undo your belt buckle, how I wanted to hang my love
from the chandelier of your smile.
And then your tongue against the pocket of my hip,
as something turned on inside us
that never switched off.
I remember the exact moment your body slid home
like a runner into the red dust of a baseball diamond.
How then I believed there was salt in your bones
I could make a feast of, an entire lifetime of yeses
when your hands found mine and held them back against the sheets.
When it was over we looked at each other in silence
the kind of silence that has its own body and weight
and smiled because we knew.