It Is Nearly Mid-Winter

morning curtains

I have already forgotten what it's like

to walk on naked feet in leather boots,

damp and soft and dark in a secret room only you know

with your heels and toes,

or to ride the folds of a light skirt over a summer breeze

with one hundred degrees of sun running down

in the periphery of your shade,

or to taste the salt you catch on a fingertip

from the small of a back after a late afternoon fuck

while you dodge the day's hottest quarter.