in the darkness, onto the nape of my neck he whispers
"i want to make love to you
in the morning when we wake up
and fall back asleep
and make love to you again.
take a shower together and make love in the shower.
i could lie all day with you." that sounds good to me.

sometimes we walk outside and look at the moon, though not so much now
as the nights are cold. but still full to bloom when we sit or stare
or massage each others hands, "here, it's your turn."