i owe you an opening line

some time in a bed, naked,

fading between frenzied and almost unconscious.

not indoors or out, somewhere in limbo;

all i feel is/all that matters is

you are warm.

nothing is as it should be,

early morning, before sunrise,

frost, your leg draped over my

legs.

i am uncomfortable watching you sleep.

i do not love your morning breath or your tired bones.

i don't forgive your yellow teeth, your belly or your

sleep-smile.

all i feel is

all that matters is

you are warm.