cooking in the kitchen, without a shirt
can drive a man crazy
raise your hands, up at that angle
I’m like melted water
thoughts rushing, rushing about you
I’ll tear you out of that dress
rip you apart
and have you for lunch
you’re still the tenant
for that corner property of my back
you can have it, have it all.
it was always yours, and never mine
always. from the beginning.
its like sleeping with strangers
but no longer fun
we order takeout now.
you fall asleep before me.
your shirt’s on all the time.
and there i lay.
tired drowning in computer magazines and the laptop
and you sitting.