Reevaluation of a Yesterday With You

Yesterday, her body performed the miracle
of collapse
into the torturous folds of my bed
so sweet.

If love is a myth,
then my sheets hold all the answers.
(Call Myth Busters,
we've gotten out of control.)

Spinning caution tape like
records around
the round table -
a knight in shinning armor
is bound to tie the loose ends
eventually

like limp limbs
a routine
thats better than breathing.

Her hoarse voice is not
the failure of her throat,
it is the structured movements
of vocal chords
when speaking my name
once
twice
between
outstretched sounds
and
comfortable arms.