We leave the bed where your fingersare a wide surprise, where your tonguetells me slow stories. I watch you,in the daylight, bring your handto your face, to your mouth. I tuckpieces of myself behindin the tangle of our bodies. –Kim Ports, “Desire”

We leave the bed where your fingers
are a wide surprise, where your tongue
tells me slow stories. I watch you,
in the daylight, bring your hand
to your face, to your mouth. I tuck
pieces of myself behind
in the tangle of our bodies.
–Kim Ports, “Desire”