Everything’s in soft focus: his arms around you,
the pulse under his wrist on the swell of your breast.
You’re in a roadside motel somewhere in Mississippi,
undressing your dreams with a man you met
just hours ago, but have known more than a lifetime,
his voice a rhapsody you alone remember …
Darlin’ … in this world pain may be mandatory
but sufferin’s optional …The neon No Vacancy hums,
vertical blinds in the thick breeze bang and sure
as magnolias bloom in early spring you’ll be lovers—
so there’s no rush. Though you’ve spent your life certain
you missed the climax of a film you star in, this time
you wake cradling the undone, the yet-to-come.