NaPoWriMo 9: Daily Cycle

There is something strikingly
masculine
in you leaning out of
the subway doors,
while I dash to catch
and claim the first kiss
from your
clean shaven cheek–
We exchange swift goodbyes.

There is something respondingly
feminine
in me lying in bed
bare skinned with a
damp toweled head
while you lower yourself
between my thighs
to claim the first kiss
from my
smooth shaven mound
We exchange slow, reflective hello.