A shaky silence rattling through
the open window, leaving traces of the day
scattered aimlessly around the room.
You are sleeping in my bed.
It makes me happy.
And the feeling is foreign,
snaking up my stomach
through my ribcage
and up into my throat
I wonder what it’s like to be
perpetually in bliss
I imagine it’d be a lot like this
With the wind in my hair
your fingers in my hand
I feel unhinged, unleashed
and I let out a howl from your car window
It’s likely to wake the neighbors, I know
and they’ll stir in their sheets in a ragged half-sleep
And the lovers toss and turn in their skins
aching for release,
that physical burn that calls a raspy noise from their throats
howling at the moon until our throats are ragged