Old love

candlelight dances amused across
the ceiling and shears, taunting me

it's glow shattering the silkiness of our room

sweet spice lingers heavy, like our breath
and my thighs laced with sticky sweat

silence

pure silence fills us. easily threatening
to make you laugh or me snort

comfort means knowing where the edges

lies

knowing when to

stop

but even years later, sometimes

it is fun to forget to stop
and to wake up the baby.