before I shower

your eyes dark in a dark room, your hips rocked hard against mine
the taste of your mouth, the scent of your skin
the curls of your hair in my hands, tousled, held rough so I can kiss you
a first night wholly remembered, you are my only recent history
the story of your body pressed to mine and I will never be done listening
give me the slope of your back, the globe of your ear
and all the ways we can be together and apart.
if I could preserve one moment forever it would be this:
your laugh, a golden moment of connection, where in the midst
of heat and rush and pull you pause and say
I like you just like this.