A Love Poem

By John Tustin

The moon touched no room

but ours,

our bodies made alabaster

and when we finished

I found your hand

and then parted your lips with my own.

Everything was slow

or else completely still

while we stuck together and kissed.

The only sound

the hum of the refrigerator

in the next room

until you asked me

to get you a can of soda

we could split –

so I got up, still naked,

followed the hum,

opened the door, did what you asked.

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