sitting on the edge of the bed
looking at each other
holding hands
radio playing in the background
the air around us snaps with anticipatory sizzles
eyes, fingers, grazing
barely touching lips to
mouth neck chest
losing definition
inside each little particularity
every little singularity
each half moan
and whisper
every sharp intake
brushstroke of
foudations for evenings not yet spent
in love and sweat
steam and adoration