We’re not allowed to go there in the grey zones where bodies merge with faces and eyes hint at moonlight.
It is forbidden to sit with swirls of the night’s memory smiling back at me
or the wish to linger in a swoon.
The bed is comfortable with remembering of you. The night lives behind my eyes
as the day swirls in a cold, bright wind.
Watching TV relaxed as movement echoes through me.