208/365 : Each day we move closer to The Quiet

You zip up your jeans 

Tuck in your shirt

Pull close your belt

And gentle-grip-whisper 

Your goodbye kiss

I moan naked standing 

Legs warm and opening 

Always slipping into my kiss,

"Don't go"

"I never want you to go"

But you go

And I go

I, into my silver car

Or you, yours

We go home to ourselves

We get under our own quilts

We give ourselves our own speeches 

About who we think we're allowed to be

And if we're winning or losing 

We fight 

Alone

Until we decide to go home again

To an older home

Round and warm

Sweet as fire

A place where sweetness 
Is bigger than ego
And melting is more magical
Than staying solid
Or zipped