let me be your
phantom limb
i beg from this
foot of my bed
facing a window
that may as well
be a wall wide
open but blinded
& blue curtained

grunt acknow-
ledgement & shells
of words scatter
spilt across my floor
headlights through
other slats hit high
arc over ceiling & my
self & him probably

high voices outside
this bedside wall
so our silence
deep & darkens
leaves reverberating
in my room sweet
sounds of strangers'
reluctant goodbyes
words & wet mouths

i slow stretch
careful across
his long sprawl
legs slide shut
the window pain