When I thought of you standing there,
posed in the doorway, watching the sunrise,
your tank top a window to the long, rolling muscles
of your back, your legs lean,
so astonishingly long
and brown,
I recalled then other places
and other times
that exercised great power over me.
But before I lost myself in memory,
I lingered one more moment,
wondering who would run her hand,
by your leave,
along your hip,
and how you would
tell each other
verse by verse.
