by Gavan Lennon
I’m lying in bed.
A woman runs through the door.
She’s no one I know
but I recognize her as a friend
of a female flatmate’s who’s
been staying with us for a while.
I don’t have a female flatmate.
She is wearing a blue t-shirt and black
underwear. Her hair is wet and black;
She’s just out of the shower.
She ran in to avoid being seen.
We talk, we’re close, we’re friends.
I can’t remember what we say.
She mentions a boyfriend.
She gets up off the floor and sits
on the quilt, on my legs, on the bed.
She has one hand on my foot and one
on my thigh. She crawls
toward my face, leans in
and we kiss.
It is the most beautiful kiss I’ve ever felt.
Her flesh around me is tender and warm as a prayer.
I say your boyfriend
she looks at me.
Her eyes are brown.
I can’t remember the rest.