Cathedral

we were cloaked in blankets
do you remember?
slender limbs propped
to suspend this cathedral
between our fingertips

the way the cloth fell
and your face was never fully visible
in the dark that was faintly red
and the quiet that felt like a Sunday afternoon

and your breath was slowly there
and I made sure to listen
to the curve of your smile,
each intake of breath,

and when you finally spoke
the words were small and white