Late Afternoon in Bed
Editor Underground
VICTORIA NGUYEN
There are many times where we’re in bed and I turn around to look up at you.
One blink, and then two, trying to take you in,
every part of your face. And that’s when, every time, you launch the affection space shuttle.
Landing: a cheek, my nose, gently on the lips. With you, the moon, and I can see the stars.
No fair. I want to examine you,
keep reading the exciting and unfinished story of your dreaming eyes,
and be struck by the Cupid’s bow of your upper lip.
Turn each page I can find in the folds of your smile and make a dog ear in my mind to remember you just a little bit harder.
But then your smile is the last thing I can see before you pull me in,
and I must close my eyes and lose myself against your mouth.