these times together

i ask:
why your motion
in the air around me
fires imagery
of god
within
why skin on skin
in darkness
feels like enlightenment
(the sun pours through but my eyes are closed)

you answer with a twist of hips
a parting of the lips
a smile ridden by eyes
so coy they kill me

will i survive this.
we agree that no one does
instead rebirth comes
as someone new
leaving reflections
of our recent deaths
in rumpled covers

and now?
evocative rollings
we call sleep
play songs of friction
with my sheets
your soft breath
proves life

and then.
i sit awake
in the corner
peering at you
my quiet smile ridden
by eyes that behold you
sleeping, still coy

how do you do that,
it kills me.