Lovely in Her Bones

Allow me please If I may
to step into the room where you rest your bones
soft and furrowed you hide your face between feathers
between pillows, between the spaces I have slept in the past

I worry not knowing the contents of your dreams
nor your intentions of love involving myself
I remember how you would turn in the night
twitching with the hours like a rusty can opener

moving sloth-like possibly counting sheep as your
hands moved recklessly across my face
I didn’t mind the slapping or the fact that you didn’t know my name
you always looked lovely sleeping in your skin

I worry not knowing the contents of your dreams
I sleep sometimes next to a stranger
sometimes a mystery
Always a girlfriend.