your voice was the song
i was thinking of
while we made love.

the neighbors told us
to turn the music down
but we were at the part

when the chorus
doubles back into itself
again and again,

just to make sure
we felt it the first time.
the sound our lips

make while touching,
sweat dripping
off my brow

finding rhythm,
the moon's light
at your collarbone,

as our bodies
danced inside
a beating drum