Painting the Front Door

This morning - early I thought -
I saw her stretch - up
on tip toes in the sunlight.
Her arm - executing
the perfect arc of
a classical dancer.
Her hand - cupped
fingertips coaxing, teasing
stripping the masking tape
the way you might remove
a bandaid - feeling
the sharp tug
of every single hair.

Last night she slipped
under the covers -
for the first time with him,
unaware anyone could
kiss - would ever kiss her
like that.