after Ginuwine’s “So Anxious”

                    the last time you were stalling, standing in the stairwell

                 at nine o’clock i lifted bubbles out of the bath,
rubbed your back with a morning fervor.
                the last time you wished for me we just kept talking
                                      and i kept withholding.
   it hit me anxious and you know the dirty ways
                                            of our talk, our messages get lost as soon
            as they leave the courier.
                                                  i love the way of where you been
               i love paging you to find you’re already written
                             inside my brain and see we’ve got this connection
                                         like our synapses and hands sleep together and
                                                               practice dance routines.
 this is something that my expression can’t show:
             I’ve apologized for my sexaholicism and we can just
                        keep talking instead of reminiscing you know
                                            it’s better for me.
i kept anxious i kept dirty i kept hoping
                    you’d hurry and quit these candlelight words
                                    bumping and grinding me down.

                                               girl you said my expression you thinkin

                                                   the same baby we touch the know how

                                                        you were morning I was sleep

                                                   we let the home alone

                                               and hit the bubbles in a hurry.