She came in under the sheet

And we meet

In a jigsaw of parts

In a joinery of hearts.

In a beginning that might

Go on into the night

And in this nights of all night

We lock into places.

A slight sweat on our faces.

In the rhythms and the beating

Of a man and woman meeting.

The start of enjoying.


Movements we’ve made

Movements we’ve saved

For this nights of all night.

Then the clock strikes four(two minutes early)

I hear the bedroom door

Open and close.

And she’s gone.


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