the taste of you

Monday morning
naked you
I think about
the things we do –
things we did
things we might
do, again
perhaps, tonight –

The taste of you
the way we slide
between the sheet
the way we hid –
from the crowds
from the lights
ascending to
those starry heights –

Where lovers, strangers
friends can meet
and turn up
their body heat –
do those things
that other’s dream
perhaps part of
some grander scheme –