Hammock

Like any memory in our lives,
suspended between two fixed points.

Gravity plus body mass plus curved plane
provide unique limitations
as far as touch and motion go.

It's hard to fuck in a parabola.

Better for cuddling,
for fingers and kissing -
or for being read to
(possibly against your will).

The things about ourselves
we bring into such a shared space
are crushed together
until the lines between us blur.

Something we knew before
we climbed up here together.

No one is ever going to use
a hammock as much as they want to.
Count them today, or next Summer
you'll find them mostly empty.

But they were put up
with that sort of optimism,
and hopefully every one you see
has a story or a secret.

You've fallen asleep:
deep and even breathing,
and the littlest bit of drool.

I could laugh out loud

except this moment won't last forever
and I'm not ready for it to be over.