Toss and Nocturne

I

Sweat beads trickle
Down your neck
As you look back at me.

II

Crimson handprints
On each shoulder
Moments after.

III

Your red wine breath
Tickles my face;

A slash of winter moonlight
Mocks the window’s gauzy skirts

And divides the waking
From the sleeping
Sides of our bed.