groping each other
in the dark, we hear our breaths
curl out the windows
i imagine trees outside
full of night, silk-shawled with frost
"what now?" i dared ask
he half-opened the window
a draft wafted in
smelling of street bleached by sun
then he touched me, his palms warm
in my dream - before
i wake up to his breathing
softly on my nape-
the blurry stars blazed and burned
their glare fell like rain on us
