Clio

You startled me in class this afternoon.
I didn't see you sneak in down my spine.
You caught me like I'd fallen a swoon
(it's weird to say, because you caused that cline);

and then, with you within me, then I knew
that I was pretty much gone, out of class,
to morning in your arms, to nights held through
as tight as a reflection to a glass,

and then you moved. So my heart moved in tune,
through every bone and country of the world,
and through your lips, to every ring and moon
of every planet in your soft arms curled.

If you'll just tag along inside my head,
I think I might as well just stay in bed.