up late

I like your head & its hair:
how it's brown, long
black & clipped
rusty & wiry 
past your shoulders & tied back

I like that cap you wear:
it's red & knit
grey & billed
furred with flaps

I think about your hands:
rough & lined
wide, small
clasping mine

I'd like to see you look:
at a half moon
for something in a drawer
squinting 

I feel your face near mine:
it's talking junk
it's sipping a cup
it's near mine.