Yesterday

and yesterday I sat
smoking a new leaf
and wetting the lashes
of your watchers
and filling my cavities
with your neck
and eating the darkness
behind your ears
and feeling the wire
around your cups
and drawing fingertracks
on your back
and sucking red marks
on your stomach
and breathing the holes
of your fingers
and putting your thighs
in the 'at ease' position
and fighting
your strong-hungry soul
and then,
wearing you
like a pyjama.