Numeracy

To coddle warm in linen invited
Sweet scent sets words in order, delightful
Frisson to hairs, follicles incited by
Fingertips drag, sullen yet sensual

But like dawn's unruly bed I'm untidy, unmade
Not quite shamed by lust, yet quickly undone
By failure of memories, the failure to fade
My pen writes the tally, as two equals none.