Photograph

11.

I just saw you smiling
in a photograph.
It looked like a real smile;
I liked it.

You looked content, fattened,
swollen with years and settling.
I liked that too.

I am sorry that I just didn't have
the space for rent
inside of my strongest muscle
for your muscles or
strength.

Your bed was warm
and it was Sunday morning
when I laid awake
counting partners
and the bells rang
and you caught me counting and
with a knowing smile
kissed my face.

I liked that most of all.