awakening to thunder and absence, still reveling in the flow of you

whispers in the ear that stirred such raw laughter and memories of kissing your chin, your elbow, your inner thigh

we received each other in waves of entrance, entranced by lubricated mores and yeses

  an empty bed now

eggs for breakfast after first tastes of red curry at last night’s dinner when you thought you were too hard to handle

but silliness at your worst, adorable and genuine, and I handled you, didn’t I

at dinner, and afterward