on her lamp table
next to her bed,
two candles lit,
one on each side
of her clock radio,
channel slow jazz
from our columbia station.
still in my suit,
1:21 am, sabbath.
been here, about, 4 min.
she returns from brushing
her teeth--trying to hide wine
she had at girlfriend's while
watching biopic of frieda kahlo.
she makes way to sit on her bed--
i catch her hand--
slowly spin her 'round--
trick her to spin me...
come into each other's arms--
chin on the other's shoulder...
hips trace infinity symbol...
yesterday melts...
light trumpet...
over light piano...
begins.