Today i became aware
 of just how awful it is
 to shower alone after sex.
 The ticking of the clock
 pulled me out of bed,
 where our body heat and friction
 had warmed the sheets
 to the perfect nesting temperature.
 I stood naked, contently unclean
 in front of the mirror
 with nothing to do
 but wait for the water to warm.
 Then a thought of you back in bed,
 where the cat has taken my place
 laying in the curve between your
stomach and your knees;
 two balls of warmth
 breathing that slow, thick sleep breath.
 Slipping into the shower
 was the quickest, cruelest way
 for my body to forget
 how yours felt.