I hold onto the blue    edge of the couch

a boat to its shore      our knees the waves

chess game on the table    floating from the day

we said we’d finish        the moon full on close up

turning to look       like a mirror can it still

swallow us whole    my head on the arm rest

I flick the switch      with tongue and wrist

the pawns roll off        their heads little moons

each drop of his breath         light and stone

and light and back to my mouth