the restless heart

she takes her dress
off
and lets it fall to the floor,
it tumbles
softly,
like
so many petals of a flower
unhinged.
she turns the light
off
and slips into bed.
where are we
she says. I can hear
her breathing,
the small tap
of her restless heart.
we're here, I tell her.
right now,
we're here.