feathers

[fourth_turn]

i wanted to write something
simple & sweet
something worthy of your touch
but [all that comes to mind is
the way you move against me
in your sleep
& there are no words for that]

we lay lazy in the morning
drunk from sleep & infatuation.
i traced the little dipper
on your back
& you let me touch you.

we/ll have that baby
let her name herself
& we/ll call her canyon
or sunrise
or stargirl
so she can see
that she can be
whoever she wants.

brakes from the city bus whine
below your open window
& we eavesdrop on
saturday morning conversation.
as for you & me
we/ll let our fingers do the talking.
because sometimes words just aren/t enough.

.i love that you smile with your eyes.