Anatomy

 
In the deep of night,  
fingers tracing  
angst & eyebrows,  
smokey lip rings and  
endless satin curves  
 
little whimpers, then  
a catch in her laugh,  
I like that,  
what she does  
with a girl like me  
 
The fresh laundry  
of her skin in tangles  
leaving only us  
in awe, two  
naked sleepyheads