No slips           moan
impossible & smooth
Maybe             my tongue
embellished                 your
other hours
I never ask      names
must have         known
street’s            light
welcomes you
into me                            in quiet
Your memory
                       forgives you
Mine   Thighsneck 
Hands on legs, ankles
You are not cruel enough
for this to be                it is
My bed            a message
a bed  in use
and I want you
to leave it  I want
to be left          The next no
is                     followed close


and as been clinked dark flicker from heard hours into kisses like neck now other our prove to you your

Copyright © 2020 by Eran Eads. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on December 30, 2020, by the Academy of American Poets.