I don’t know maybe you could not love me now

your frame is more angular
than i remember
its enigmatic hows dissolving
into sweat and familiar tastes
a delirium for the unholy
lover i am
overwhelming
sacramental
the unspoken rituals of
our bodies
taking on new facets
so much louder
than before:

hands pressed
against your damp skin
in trembling awe
of your restored laughter