There is a part of me that
is jealous of the one
that was before -
only a few hours ago
lain beside you,
waves washed
on trembling
shores.
    Were you listening?
    Did you feel it?
The pulse of another,
beating in
time
or
his uncertain breath,
drift down
your
spine?
     Have you mapped the stars that
     lace his skin
     as the moonlight
     weaves
     her way
     within?
Did you notice the arcs
of his
fingers, curled around
your heart and
do you feel them tighten
as you
lay
apart?
     Can you hear me?
     The sound of running water as it races to the sea.