I
Giggles and thuds from the apartment upstairs sound
like we must have sounded to those below our first apartment.
Beginning with an innocent poke in the side,
we would suddenly seize each other,
trying to be the one on top, reaching
for those vulnerable spots only we knew of,
laughing maniacally as we held each other,
tight beyond breathing, and kissed.
II
A wall stain of more innocent nature resembles
those we left in our first apartment.
Our night-blue bodies circled
like sumo wrestlers on our legless king-sized bed,
spraying white streams of Redi-whip,
lobbing mounds of foam at each other and missing,
laughing as it melted and ran down the wall,
laughing as it dried and cemented our bodies together.
III
Brushing my teeth, the foam in my mouth feels
like the lather we worked up between us in that shower.
Looking yellow-grey in the candle light
filtering through the shower curtain,
we caressed each other in the hot spray and steam
caught in that tiny cell of a bathroom,
and slid slowly over each other, letting the cum
and ivory soap form that curious warm lather.
IV
All the music we listened to there
brings back nights we sat encased in each other,
surrounded by stringy grey smoke from our cigarettes
hanging in the still air of the greenhouse summer.
loving like we never would in public,
laughing at the world that beat us down,
letting the music tap our feet while we planned
and dreamed and promised.