Street Lights

We look alight for two tangled bodies

from the outside we pass along the line

but indoors my heart is playing

spin the bottle

and hearts of hearts are 

thumping dark and hard.

we are flowered details 

on wall paper

waiting to make a 

big advance.

and I am tired. 

so tired.

and my bones are

tired and the flesh

that binds me is tired

and the atoms 

that break

and fold to allow

you into me 

are tired.

i'm so tired of

waiting for

you when i don't 

know when the

street light will

turn red.