Sleep Talk

I think our bodies talk to each other
when you and I are asleep
Sometimes I half wake with your voice in my ear and hands caught in my hair,
or startle myself with lips kissing your chest,
body moving against yours,
begging
There is no control, no mind to say no,
no worries of permission-
just suffused limbs, heated murmurs,
and need
Our bodies managing an eloquence impossible in daylight
In the morning I wonder at my swollen mouth
and marks on my flesh
You roll over and pull me close, asking me how my dreams were last night