Neighbors

Dressed in that black and white dotted robe
You use your fingers to open the blind,
Casually, you peek out into the world out there.

A light falls along your face
Its origin unimportant, but its shadows now of the utmost.
The light sculpts itself to embrace your beauty.

What query led you to look out there?
Looking out to your neighbors
Serenity flows from your smile.

I wonder what the neighbors
Know of us.
How much do they hear past these walls?

What do you think they have heard?
Do they hear your skin tear as I scratch down your back?
Could they hear how your hips slap my back side?

Have they heard our whispers?
The ones that bring those smiles to our faces.
Do they know how I tremble in your presence?

Do they know that I hog the covers?
Would they find it comical how I disappear among the covers?
Or how you wrap yourself around me?

Do they know how deeply I sleep within the safe of your arms?
How my knees buckle when you kiss me good night and whisper "Hasta manana"?
Where did you learn that?

Do you think they know how gently you hold my hands?
Or how lightly you kiss my lips?
Do they have any idea when I lost the shell around my world?