January 2023

by John Tustin

That moment your head goes back

and then oh God

and oh fuck oh fuck

and you clench the sheets

into two hasty crumples

and my fingers are wet

with the joy of you

and sad pretty eyes

closed tightly

and then opening slowly

childly

drowsily

and seeing me

seeing you,

waiting to revel in

then ride along your

aftershocks.