The Toss
He slapped a coin onto your counter. It
came up
tails.
Everything you needed to know about
where
& how
to
kiss
me
was already contained
in that slight twinkle
of his eye
as he
flicked
&
flipped
&
you
licked
&
slipped
right into my dream:
his hand came
down
&
he winked, crept away
took his dime
&
we
sweated
&
cried
&
aided
&
abetted
by our guide's timeless departure, finally
slept
in our beds,
thanking God into our pillows
that it wasn't
heads.
