[I woke up to nothing]
I woke up to nothing—
then found there was really something—
a quiet orgasm outside,
a man and woman
just below my bedroom window.
She was propped against the low fence,
the man bald between her splayed legs,
his pale body lit and seamless as nacre.
The clouds were neon pink
stretch marks across a muddy sky.
I exercised patience in listening,
put oil on my hair,
rubbed ice over my cheeks.
His voice entered my own
and I loved the way green things
braid or fan themselves complete.