happy body
9:54 pm,
clean skin,
faintly tingling,
wrapped in fresh linen,
drifting away as
an air conditioner
buzzes,
misting the room with
cool that wraps
its big blue arms
around our subject,
as if lightning,
long and red-hot,
didn't crackle
behind the blank-faced windows;
as if this embrace
could last more than
those eight blissful minutes
spent floating off
to sleep.