FROM, ELIAS

Through the fibers of your blue curtain skin I saw light   pooling onto the plum sheets we sprawled on.    Wrapping myself in your draped form I couldn’t help but fall into the melded hum of your whispered breaths & the postal truck outside.    My mind became your body  swathing me in linen   enveloping me in the aftertaste of powdery perfume    tugging at my limbs as if to press me into cotton.    Freckled cheeks pressed against my breast   gold skin on gold skin   mousy hair swept off your face   a loose grip on the divots of my hips.    Lashes fluttered revealing a coy smile at hands moved to your back.   My body melted into my sheets & then we were both silks   plum 400 thread count   flush with blue hazy curtains   separated by only morning sun.