Poking out beneath dry cotton sheets,

two pairs of feet dangle off the edge of a mattress.

Post sex scent

and a city's subtle sunset

creeping through the cracks in the blinds.


The miniscule movement of chests

rising and falling under the white linen.

Human hamsters hibernating from the madness.


The room holds its breath.


Cool air passes through walls of warm wet lips.

The steady breathing of dreams reeling in the mind

like a silent movie

being played in black and white.


A security blanket

tucked deep behind the grooves of smooth skin dimples,

flimsy limp muscles settled in a sanctuary of silk.

The unspoken statement of an embrace held,

the middle finger’s lingering in the face of a clock

- watch us make you stand still.


Cradled in the silence of Sunday evening.