The strange insistence of your kiss in broken waves (poetry)

^{You know my reasons, you wish you had yours.
I wish you’d whisper them into my skin.-antigravpussy}

It was very late, or

very early

I didn't feel like I needed to know the time 

 the house was still, 

not silent,  but close to it

I could hear your footsteps upstairs

could hear the click of the light switch and the water in the sink

the few seconds you used to wash your face

It was very early,

but not late enough for people or traffic

or sunlight 

Hey,  you said 

letting me know you were awake 

letting me know that you wanted me to come upstairs

I let the words linger in the air for a bit

In a house this quiet, any voice sounded like a shout 

yours was an invitation

I took you up on it

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