your children's fathers

you choose your children's fathers,

remember that. 

when you hear his sweet words

and taste his lips

like cardamom 

and cinnamon 

like tea too late

in the afternoon

when he lays you down

fingers in hair

and the carpet burns your back

when you claim love

feign bliss

turn time into blurs

when flesh slides across flesh

and he says your name

one syllable off

but it's beautiful

in his voice. 

when heat comes together 

again and again

and breath is shared

in the small valleys 

between nose

and curve of upper lip

when tongues taste memories

and light bouncing off curtains

shows his innocence,

when he changes your perception

with one stroke of his palm

when elbows brace on table legs

and heels find rest on couch cushions

and his heart is the only sound 

in your mind.

and your moment closes

your fantasy flees

your heart plucks like a string

and he gets up and leaves.

you choose your children's fathers,

remember that.