downstairs on a mattress,
fucking
someone i barely knew
i was thinking of you
and the way you feel when
you crawl into my head
wishing it was you
inside me
feeling slightly guilty about being
far away from my body
but i've rarely been inside reality, recently.
your hands are the only touch
my body responds to.
i've made my move-on gestures,
left
your body behind,
but you are still inside my mind.
still curled around me like a cat.
now you creep closer on the couch,
wrap your limbs around me
you don't know how to deal with the
conundrum i provide,
so you don't
and change your body language
to fit the hourly mood
someday, i will find your cracks
and i will stand and knock,
knock
until you
build a gate
to let me through
so i tiptoe on your uneven ground
stubbing my toes against
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