when it's warm,
you leave your screen door on
and take off the rest.
when i visit you
you're naked, separate nakednesses
in the mesh of the screen.
let me in, i whisper
as breeze rushes by.
that tickles, you say
standing inside, half-dark:
now why do i want you?
when it's me
you stand within the screen door
enjoying the breeze
an extra long time,
feeling me enter
before i do.