Just as I left you
My occasional lover
Do not stir for me
From your sleep
Just as I left him
My occasional lover
From when I got up
To get a drink
Only now he is not tangled in me
But his hair still falls
In mad fits of midnight
Long wisps grabbing onto the pillow
Every scar
I occasionally kiss
Every burn mark
I run my fingers over
And that gentle golden cross
Still resting at your heart
While a blue morning light
Sneaks in through the window
And I break the rules
That require of me solitude
Occasionally
So that I may open my heart
And marinate in your brown skin
Impossibly beautiful eyelashes
And inviting lips.
You make a damned fool out of me
Occasionally.
