(for Nadja)
Lipstick and flowers,
the smell of unwashed morning
and I pull on my blouse
buttoning up my breasts.
My wayward hair
I brush to a seemly layer
curled around each ear.
Your bra, your pants
lie just on the floor
where you dropped them there
last night. I bend I kiss you
on your cheeks your arms
on your back your cheeks
and you are still asleep.
