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.
