Full: Journal Collection - Exhibit D

we're crashed here
perfect in the half-light  
midnight, half-asleep affection    
a leg over  
hand to chest -  
the heat knocks it right out of you  
fucking like that  
soaking wet    
getting loud, trying    
hard enough    
not to startle the Germans next door  
   
growling low, blood coursing  
could feel the power rising in him  
hauling me into it as he twisted hands through my hair  
taking what's his    
even though we both know  
he was all mine in the taking  
and we'll just have to argue that again    
after coffee in the morning  
   
we had a long day  
a good day  
ending in the hush of a Hindu temple  
rain plummeting  
then gently dissipating into the arenga roof  
and he found out great things, asked questions  
became proficient in aspects of the island's economics  
while i bravely staved off small children  
sent to rob us blind  
in 22 different languages  
   
the clouds gave up and glowed as i watched him  
handsome, composed, watching it all    
storing, analysing all his gathered information  
began to understand better his process  
that i've been gawking at from half a world away  
   
wondered what he thinks of us  
if we're even on the same book    
if he'd already written one in his head  
and how much better was it  
than this one    
   
then he kissed my shoulder  
muttered a quiet  
"you got robbed"  
asked if i'd remembered to put on sunscreen  
   
decided there  
it wouldn't matter even if he'd written  
just another one    
into the story in his head  
we're all sailing our own    
into oblivion anyway  
   
and if we're lucky  
we end up naked in morning half-light  
coconut coffee in the works  
and at least twenty seconds  
in the eyes of one    
who makes everything    
smile