Tired
Heart still beating
we lay side by side
with the minimal touch of foot
as if to say
“Hey I like touching you, but it’s too hot”
that’s ok
we both give a little wiggle to our toes to confirm
breathing
sweaty
tired
heart slowing down
you get up to drink water
and I put on my clothes, which worries me
(Will this offend you?)
(I don’t like sleeping naked)
you come back
lay down again
we get closer
our bodies cooled off
a smile
do we need to talk? your eyes ask
No, mine say.
another smile
a kiss
we are tired
we sleep
Peyman
10.25.16
Washington, D.C.
One Poem At A Time 