new lover glass
no one told me i would start to change my schedule, to meet yours,
or that i would lie awake at night, wondering of you stayed warmed up long enough to soften,
or were cooling down slow enough to avoid risking shock,
i open the blinds to my darkened bedroom,
the moon has moved over the peak of the roof,
i stare out at the darkened studio where i have opened the windows
to let in some of the cool September night air,
it is all dark outside, except where fear lights up the neighborhood,
in the studio the heart beats warm,
waves of heat push out through the open windows,
the studio’s aura,
inside the heart, the glass surrenders and softens,
i am in sync now with this rhythm
and return to another level of dreams
