I've been kinda blocked lately, since I switched jobs. I usually wrote on my hour and half commute at my previous position -- but now it's only half an hour! (the horror) I'm going to have to start new habits.

The periods are stanza breaks, otherwise it formats strangely.

Sophomore

              the second week of October    
          insects are still
flinging themselves into the street lamps
          from the balcony   the shadows of bats
are so many errant handkerchiefs      at night
there’s no wind
...

you have a nickname for me by then 
something that makes me sound soft
          and easily tamed
...

         the stars on the balcony suck at our skin
as I suck on your fingers kneeling 
by your chair    you read by 
        the light of citronella candles
...

          and sometimes while you study for 
       chem finals or write thank you notes
your window closed     the lights just twitching on
           against the darkening mauve sky
you remember I’m here    your green
eyes    needles pinning a sleeping butterfly
           you reach a palm right here
on the side of my neck as if to steady me
...

I run my lips over your hair at the crown  
       I feel a pain in my stomach       
               a pit  of sweetness and I think
this is love   this sickness   this is what 
          it feels like  
wrapped around each other 
                          in your twin bed           
             knotted ropes