Pilot Holes

You got pico de gallo
I chipotle

Red peppers
Lime
Fizzy water

On a break
From the remodel
You said
Soy milk
Was Spanish for
Lactating mothers

Lacey panties
Shown above
Your hiking shorts

The doily triangle
There on the small of your back
Suspended by elastic

Like a tiny
Bed sheet
On a clothesline
Lifted by a breath of breeze
It pinned my beating specimen
Of a heart to
The dissection table

I couldn't help but notice
And had to fight the urge
To ask
Or better
To extend
My hungry
Tendrils of fingers

You saw me stare
And shot me
Notice
To keep moving

I went back to work
Measuring pilot holes
For fasteners to hold
Another life

I needed help and your
Hands close enough to touch
As I held loose
Boards in place