Platonic.

It was the most sensible thing to do
it was late
she far from home
and far from ready to go home
it was the most natural thing to do.

She is in my bed now
I lay beside her for a while
breathing her in
now I sit at my desk
listening to the night buses turn the corner
looking at her perfect body
her utter serenity in slumber
watching her breathe
watching the rise and fall of a black silk slip

It is the most sensible thing to do
all my senses scream YES!

POEM.

she is my friend

she is my sister she is my brother

she is my mother

she is my father

she is my daughter

she is my lover without the complications of fucking

she is my waking thought

she is my goodnight kiss

she is my