The beep startles
used to silence without interruption
“Shity day. Let’s Netflix and chill”
“Sure, dear. We will.”
The familiar pattern.
Wine and laughter.
Throaty moans and cotton sheets.
The phone on the counter bleeps.
“Darn, I’m late. Close it.”
Keys tossed carelessly on the duvet.
“No, nooo. Don’t go yet.”
Heated, ravenous kisses
a soul with a soul
who never misses.
“Hey, shitty day. Come?”
Weaks in radio silence.
“Only if you promise violence…”
Familiar pattern – wine and laughter
Intimacy without caution.
“I’m late. Close.”
Retreat without the needed sound
“I should.” You freeze
but never turn around.