La Reina de la Espada

it settles down over me now. the shadowy simmering glimmer of the cloak that covers my eyes and calms the tension. my muscles release and my breath comes easier now. the alcohol is in my blood, flowing up and falling lightly and in perfect rhythm down my stomach, warming my legs and landing in the arches of my feet. smoke ravels quickly through my lips and dances and falls and then disappears. my lids are heavier than they were earlier in the night. it will be dawn soon. the day will start again and the shadows from your stomach moving up and down as you let yourself wrap up in sex, the shadows will have faded out and light will strike the blinds, opening your body onto me.
morning brings a whole other playing field. but i push those thoughts out of my head because you are now beside me, the of arch of your back frames my face. my hair is tangled in the front and i push it out of my eyes to watch you move in your sleep. the ipod has been on repeat all night. the playlist that we let ourselves drift off to. you opened the door, i put my bag down. the disarray of your bedspread warmed my cheeks. to think of you curled in those sheets, the unexplored parts of your body, wrapped in that cotton cloth. your pj pants are on the floor as if you'd removed them quickly. i see myself taking off my shoes, pulling off my jeans and quickly pulling on the green cotton shorts. i take off my shirt, my back is turned to you. i pull my oversized long sleeve over me, hiding my body again. i meet you under the sheets and you save me with your movements. you scoop me up and spread me out, pour me under the covers. my body is mercury in your small, messy bed. now you are asleep and i am watching the freckles on your shoulders, tracing your shoulder with my eyes. my eyes wander the room.
the rum bottle pokes through the canvas bag on the floor and there are papers everywhere. the room is scattered in you. pieces of you surround us in this bed. your handwriting marks the wood and paint. i am covered in you, waiting for the sun to come up. "lying awake beside you, these thoughts run through my head" (realm of possibility).