#2,587 How fitted on me?

How fitted on me? Easily
in my imperfectly narrow
bed – I had forgotten how
an other body could sidle
against me by shift-of-hip
& grippings in that knead
of first-touched flesh [our
exploration of an other is
against time’s obtain] – a
steal of an afternoon as if
teenagers breaking a rule
set by absent parents [no
sleepover yet] – that post-
coital under-wear hunt is
a return too to bare love’s
scrambling [after] furores