words

on early spring nights,
a breeze from boxfans
and open windows,
spilling the ashtray and
knocking over glasses,
crushing water bottles
and i separate you
from your clothing
and we dance,
dancing behind a curtain
that keeps our light in,
enveloped in the warmth
of friction, the release
of kinetic energy stored up
over the winter,
sleeping with the balcony open
and waking in a warm summer,
tracing your curvature
and breathing in your faint aroma
and it is love that brings
this tinder to flame.

-S.C. Martinez