The bed is green, dark green.
Thread and cloth, pillows and me.
I am a pillow too.
Squeeze me, lay on me.
His eyes are more animal than human
And his breath is hot.
I feel hot too
But I’m not under the blankets.
Comfy is better than uncomfy,
he says.
I’ll keep it on, thanks,
I say.
Arms, legs, fingers
Mouth turns up at the corners
Green, green, green.
Green thread, green walls.
Skin is pink, delicate but powerful.
Pushing further than I am wanting.
Further than we said.
I remember my words,
My mouth, my words.
Say no.
Whatever.
Come on.
No.
Whatever.
Backing down now,
Coming down.
Side by side,
King took off his crown and came back to the green sheets
With me.
Still warm, breath has slowed.
So has my mind.
It walks in the hot summer sun with his.
Then we are there and it is distant.
Let’s give it some time.