Outage

Electricity went out around nine,

a car hit something powerful,

five or six hours of house-quiet.

We filled the first few

the tried and true way

of losing track of time,

mouths finding better purpose

than speaking,

hands finding round places

to fill them

until everything

is hotly hard or softly wet,

coming together,

me disappearing into we

and loose-limbed, tangled

afterglow;

my power restored,

shining through the dark

bleeding into the night

from other houses.