you turn around and press restart
takes me a second but i press play
and go along
with you through the orange-lit cobblestone

through a, b, c and d
we shuck off layers off layers
and then smile through, up to the half moon

at your hands
that belong on someone taller
strong but sweet for my knees
or the next by mistake

until the birds are singing
i can’t stop or leave
weaving in the knots of arms
and sleep