I think of white linen, white

on white

on soft skin on

time…

on and on.

I think of time that

slows and

stops; I watch

feel

listen…while

I smile.

I think of soft hands, fingers

floating

skimming

sliding

across skin across

the room

under white

sheets.

I think of half opened eyes

a slow blink, the

shifting sun through

almost closed

drapes.

I think of you.