I watched a bat snipe
summer bugs
from their streetlight haven
and thought of you:
your artful lips
the sharp clip of your teeth
beneath my ear,
a target never missed,
no matter how I move,
as if my whispered name
allows you to echo-locate it.
In a few minutes,
I’ll be home:
I will take you by the hand
turn off the light
dangle together
upside down
off the edge of the bed
with you.
Shh.
Just listen to the place
where the air from my lungs
starts kissing the air from yours.
This poem was originally published under the pen name Gabriel Gadfly.
