noteface

the long roping lines of you
coiling down between the sternum-met lines of me
coiling into my neck, waist, etcetera

my legs making triangles against the under-surface
(she said, it's unlike you to have a blue blanket
- that's a very strange observation for someone to make)
...I don't know what shape yours make
your legs, I mean
maybe triangles in some other orientation?

you are the second one to use my second name
the second to un-make the bed
"just wait a second" --
the second with knotted thinkings

not only are we the wrong way around, sleeping
but we are the wrong way around in seasons