Oh fuck, my love-king.  Hope 
is all I know of you now. And this bed
where you palmed my eyes shut, and 
this blade of want that grows. Nape-neck 
kiss, our whole teeth’s ache.  
Edged me on sheets. Dreamed me bare,
dreamed me tied, dreamed us whole,

dreamed me nights alone.  

I hold 
your shape with those light gasps, rock
you down hard in my sleep. Oh keyed heart, 

I can’t cry, here, at the sill
of you, this sheer rain.  
Bright headlights
of cars splash the glass. Walk 

up this drive, press 
me in to your shirt. I have 
not gone. One hand
in my hair and one 
on my hip. Carry me

long and close in this dark. Tell me
there is space
in the crook of you. Tell me
I can lie there and rest.