sheetsteps

in the steps i take
beside you now
stride after stride
of New Orleans in the mist,
and we stop to kiss
I'm snatched back
to the throw of the sheet
on my parents' bed
when mom would try and make it
fail to shoo us off
and we'd jump over pools,
pillows of air
sweet sheets.
just like this.
innocence,
stomp, stomp, stomp.
harmless.