In my room

You were in my room, once

Streetlight sifted through curtains starched white; it filled the spaces between us and illuminated the distance left untraveled

Poised, your silence descended as I held your gaze

If you drift I will not follow do you understand?

In muted response you gently remove my red sweater

I am unfastened by measure of each precious pearl button

How is it that fingers are more considerate than your mouth?

With fold and crease you craft a vessel, a boat with buttons and it too gets pressed into the spaces between us

You shield your face from me, using your articulate hands to render yourself ineffectual; it is a bitter betrayal, this

Again, you craft and mark me an accomplice to your departure and I have nothing but love with which to comply

Closing my eyes I dream you a sea of words; fathomless waves in which to lull, and, you—swept away

With only your tongue; tied, shall moor you