We lay together for an hour,
My hand cupping your breast.
I move my hand down to touch you,
But your arm, wrapped in the sheet
Blocks me like a wall, impenetrable.
I move my hand to yours and my thoughts
Recall the thick headiness of our love
And lust like a raging fire.
But that is long past.
You have grown cold.
You do not stir.
You do not breathe.
I should call someone.
© 2020 Kevin Fraleigh