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.