You looked over

just as I was looking up.

The trees were swaggering

amongst the clouds.

Your hand was upon my knee

and then not.
I pushed as you fought

against your own urgency:

Great surges of flesh

and then the heat

and then the smell of the heat.
The room was small

with the sound of us in it.

In the distance we could hear

dogs howling with their sound

for play.