Linens

My mind connects you

With the strangest things


Lying here with you

Feeling the brush of fingertips

And all I can think about

Is how you smell like the sheets

In the guest bedroom of my grandmother's house

Perhaps it is because of the way you wrap yourself around me

How we tangle ourselves together

Or is it because you are clean

Soft

Familiar

Somehow kind

The way you feel against me

As I stare through her street facing window

The cool breeze from the ceiling fan on my cheeks

The beige walls leaving me room to think

Am I here

Or am I there

The longer I let my mind wander and stray

The further I am from an answer

And the closer I am to you


-j.p.