Knot

My fingers, draped like sinuous strands of string
across your small but brilliant breasts,
my thick thigh fit neatly
between your two
We lay curled, a silent pair
of quotation marks.

In the half darkness we look at each other.
Normally I would say
something,
drink a drink, smoke a smoke,
or simply roll over to rest.

But after entangling myself
in your snare I hope to remain
caught in this carnal knot.