“I Remember You Best as the Man
asleep on my chest, warm breath somehow
the exact opposite of sex. How I came
to know you take your tea with honey
if I got any. Sugar? Then nothing. It's true
we teach each other how we want
to be held. You brimming hot - another mug
I had to shuffle-step up a narrow stair. Once
right after waking and always again, but decaf
before turning in. Because loving you
was another impossibility, who was I
to notice when it happened? When it did
it bloomed in me, milk in the sleeping dark.”
―
Robert Wood Lynn,
Mothman Apologia
