Synchronized Swimming in the Moments Before Dawn

From kisses to consciousness, a poem

From kisses to consciousness, a poem

Photo by Phil Desforges on Unsplash

I sweep my right hand out and back, 
swimming softly through the darkness
with a rustle of silk on sheets
until my hand meets a hard surface
fingers dance across, a subtle ballet
before wrenching it free with a snick
the soft sound of a cord falling to the floor
and then I roll toward the …