we squirmed on an absent-minded mattress
in an empty room; the sun would rise too soon.
my lungs would swell as your head rests on my chest,
listening intently to the panic i’d protest.
damp, i’d be tender, feigning tender love and care
naked and quivering, a passing hand through your hair.
“you have honest eyes” you’d proclaim with a sigh,
and whisper while dreaming, “come home with me tonight.”
as you drag me down i don’t make a sound
hand in hand, a euphoric kiss, the shuffle of unfamiliar bodies
squirming on an absent-minded mattress,
bliss.
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