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.