masquerade
you answered the door with your mask on.
later me beneath you my body stumbling fragrant
back to yours you would place
it on my face,
covering my eyes,
the same way i do
when i
— and you, aching,
move
(the moon ate a ragged hole
in the sky last night
i watched it on my walk over
gibbous eyes peering through the clouds)
as though we merely blinked our way blinded
through this last lost month,
as though if we were hard
and fast
and painful enough
we could get it all back
— and while your heart
was still racing
i picked the mask up off the floor
