Quartz Bed Poem by Kewayne Wadley

When we lay
Nothing else is necessary.
Of all the things we give meaning to,
Even when we run out of things to say.
My eyes cover you & wrap you up tight,
The moment surrounding us outside in.
Our bodies stretched like the arms on the clock
A sort of hinge the way we bend.
At the middle of the bolt our legs interlocked
on a quartz bed.
Nothing else is necessary.
When you lay beside me
Except being in the moment.
Both of us tucked behind glass.
Even when we run out of things to say
Our bodies stretched like the arms on the clock