Like Adam’s rib
You take a piece of me,
Many pieces of me;
Digest my paltry worth,
Make it better, meaningful.

Ribbons of sun soaked heat
Pulse through the Venetian blinds,
Illuminate a solar grid
Across the sheets
Stained by our love-making.

Ribs and ribbons
Lazily lie down to dusk,
With you softly spooned against me,
The afternoon melts
Into creamy deja-vu.