He gives me that look br and I know what's coming. br br I set down my book and we get to it. br For this long together we are better br br than most. But lying there with him, br I lie, there, with him. br br As a sunrise of lamplight crests br the timberline of his balding skull, br br I experiment with words in exotic positions br rolling them, naked on my paper brain br br until there is nothing more to say, br no ink left in the pen, br br and we reach across each other br only to turn out the light.