don’t you remember
the night we made love
in the seat of my car

piano music moving
from ears to loins?

when it all began
her lips on my lips
your lips on my lips
the ache you stored somewhere
deep, deeper than
you’d put in me for years?

in four days
four
no music moving us
to a new version of ourselves

please take this version
let me slip out of myself
and be
the me you made love to that night