the smell of your hair, slicked back and sorted,
pasted to my skin
we both took the weight
you laid bare as I unstripped my own burden
joyless, serious and full of delicate plotting,
then we gushed
but held firm until it led us to now:
pore on pore
a mild movement
a lip parted
a subtle snore
and it was that hair I rested my hand upon
part support
part affection
you didn’t recoil
and neither did I