Gossamer eyelids holding
images of evergreens, sweating
you out in unwelcome dreams.
Half-sunlight flooding
vision. Burnt orange, balmy, skin glowing
under the crush of the dawn, your fingers,
lips, teeth covered in the blood
of pomegranates. Skin rubbed raw, but mending,
sheets stained with cherry Kool-Aid
as you traced my wrists
and I called you Doubting Thomas.