Quit while you're ahead

Blinded

We make love under your window,
the sun up above us
bearing its weight on you.

Your back is roasted red.
I am blindfolded by brightness.
The air hot and still.

You are tender
you are rougher
you are there
wishing to ask
but unable.

I am reluctant
then wanting
wishing to ask
but unable.

Over.

You scramble for a towel.

I lay in silence,
lie in silence.

You lay down next to me,
fidget with the nape of my neck,
tap your fingers on my chest.

Sigh.

I stay still
lie still

I might slip from this place,
open my eyes,
find you are somebody else.