your quiet commands my attention
your gray-blue gaze holds me
your marmoreal thighs contain me
your arm cradles the cusp of my back
your thumb gently leads mine
neither fully sitter nor settee
crux crevice crotch couch
laying under on over along
a tabletop, a bottom drawer
chair cuckooing, comforter coupling
the layers are laying
physical literacy
my sacred twin
little syzygos
not my half, my whole
two keys that fit each other
shuddering with pleasure