Let's Lay All Night Wound

Let’s lay all night wound 

                                    in each other’s arms,

our tongues busy with life, 

                                    and love, and language,

window open to fall’s chill, 

                                    a square of streetlight,

and leaf shadows on the blanket 

                                    clothing our joined legs,

sighs mixing with quiet sounds of tires
                                    on the rain-soaked street.