Coming Clean

Coming Clean

she'll cup him like a hand

he'll climb in and sink
the light resistance of her
her surrender
warm, reclining
as though it is her job
to wait

he's weightless in her
feels the slip
against her skin
as though he floats

can think of nothing

the way her smell
stays on him
when he's dry

this is love
he thinks
as he removes
his clothes