bluer

against your hot back in the night
beneath your palms petting my thigh
during ad breaks
the faith that i lost is finger-tipping quietly back to me
lingering a few seconds longer
in your thumbs

you say when I am at your place
i never finish anything I start
but it’s enough
standing here against your kitchen bench
watching you

these shorter days
i want to lie light-headed
in the sun with you
toasting our eyelids
watching the sky turn bluer
while i hold your wrists

i smile thinking of your heart
the tiny pieces you left out in the morning
by mistake