on moving (a love poem!)

that night, we pushed the new bed
beneath the window.
you unable to sleep kept an eye
at the door, propped open
with boxes of photographs,
pull me close to your body,
curved as a jaw bone.

when you hold your arms there
coiled around my neck
they smell of our common sweat,
remind me of the topography
of your chest, the color of your lips.
when you take them back, I just roll away.