Platonicals

We are not cheaters.
We do not want
to be pumpkin eaters.

Our sweaters tie
our bodies up like
sarcophagi.

No sense in sex.
And coy? Devoid of.
Just the facts.

Your clothes fit.
At the sink, your back
resists the fabric

along the shoulder blades.
Your pant leg ends
neatly at the sock.

I am a clean woman.
I am deadless, I am easy weather.
You and I, we make a merriment in stone,
and watch our tv shows alone together.

today was different

over margaritas, i proposed.
it was unexpected
and you had no spoon.

i suggested a fork, and mother
suggested nothing.
you used a tortilla.

such an unsuitable instrument.
blunt and sopping
but you never looked up
or even bit your lip.
what love!