Unfinished Basement
By Shannon Laws
Figure out how I fit in your world
as I discover the shape of your heart
push me into your foreign form
as the chalk line
between us dulls
Memory foam bed faces north in your
cold unfinished basement headboard
is bare drywall with taped-over nails
primer and mud a forgotten chore for
another day painted white bricks lined
up like soldiers floor to ceiling gray soot
stains define few edges
This is our nest
our place to incubate
When you touch me it is a fast
movement under a silk sheet
sparking a mighty lightning storm
hair stands on end in anticipation
of where your fingers might go
legs gently look for arousal
as we twist together like snakes
You are a storm
you are the ocean
pounding at a rocky shore
don’t stop until
I am sand
shannon p. laws 