we all have that one band that when you listen to it it’s like talking to an old friend that has never let you down and somehow it makes everything better
If you stay we can
figure out how long it takes.
The way you kiss me around
the wrists. Tap messages on my back. Don’t say
a word. Write to me only in French. Turn
the thermostat down to sixty and pad
to the kitchen in socks, wrapped up
in blankets like secrets. Boil a pot of water. Two
cups will do. Come back with tea. Steam will
fog between us as we wait under quilts.