Love Madness

It’s after ten
and you’re working
the early shift
but you open the door
anyway
when you see him
smiling and standing
outside.

Your skin
is ready for his hands
and mouth before he
even crosses the threshold.
The sheets begin singing
and the cold beer
you always keep
in case he comes
pours itself
in his favorite glass.

He’s one of those lovers
you know can’t possibly
be good for you.
But it doesn’t matter
because it’s August
over a hundred degrees
and he makes
your legs melt.