Divide the cotton in two
until a pair of columns

with both pillows
gives headline

& toothpaste brings about
night’s cold kiss—

It’s that 1 half of snow-angel warmth
while she
in black lace
disappears before electricity’s final curtain

our sight—& a spine
close to my fortunate desires

unwraps
as though we both forgot our strangeness

for a good time we please the ceiling
, & mercury falls on the sweet mounds
of our heated temperatures.