after a long day's work
i come to the cold door of the apartment.
i come to the flatness of the floor
the moon-streaked curtains
and down below
half-uncovered between two thin blankets.
i caress the slender length of your neck to your back
to your buttocks
an eternity along the longitude of your legs
never tire of watching
my cold fingers
leave burn marks on your skin
touching you without touching
slowly curl to the latency of my heat.
two boys' slow fiery breaths
in the coming replay of night fading to daylight
crystallize their drowsy makeshift retreat to the deep
in the morning i put my arm around you
and slowly pulsating slowly fall into sleep.