bodies

// Mariel Fechik

lust creaks beneath us     on the pile of good intentions
we spun for ourselves last summer    with the lime juice
dribbling and the      cream curdling in the             sink
your palm cups something    in me    in you     that isn’t
the first or last time      but somewhere in the middle of
how we speak to each other                                     now
and how we will                                              at the end