The images I have

And there you stood
naked in the kitchen
while I was smoking
a cigarette

Laughing and posing
and willing me back
inside the house and
inside you, I took
one look: and melted

afterwards:

you put on a tie
and a skirt
and walked the way
my sorrow did:
I followed

“we should do this again
sometime”; we did:
the backseat, the leaves,
the grass, the chess pieces
strewn across the lawn

I’ve never felt better