intimate

before twelve o'clock,
the bus crested a familiar avenue
and upon impulse,
i descended the steps.
walked the sunny minutes,
to the door, then
blue boxer shorts.
i was washed and dressed and yet,
we curled up in his bed
the scent of sleep
would permeate my clothes
so i tossed my apron
on the floor.
and as the sun rose in the sky,
sweat beaded his face in time
and as his clothes fell around my neck,
settling on my shoulders,
i could feel his hot breath.
flexing fingertips dancing along
skin, revealed
and mapping his territory.
but clock hands moved faster and
as the bus turned the corner,
i felt as one half.