she lingers

That early morning hour

When I finally accept

You’re not going to call.

It’s just me and my thoughts tonight,

And perhaps a few dreams.

And you, floating in my oxygen, talking to me, making me giggle and making me gasp.

In my mind

I’m standing in your kitchen

And making you a greasy hangover breakfast

wearing only your tee shirt and my lacey underwear

I run my fingers through your thick hair

And look into those sad, emotional eyes

And kiss those quivering lips

As if they belong to me.

Your body, it’s not special

It’s boney and maybe even hairy and slightly contorted

But when pressed against mine

It’s the most perfect warmth I could ask for.

You can say stupid things, you can act like a child

I just want to look in your eyes and laugh, meanwhile.

I want to play kissy-rape with you

Which is a game where you kiss me a thousand times

And I titter like a little child in your pulsing arms

I want to have stare-fights with you

While I very quietly think to myself

“I might love you”

As I stare into those dialated, hollow pupils.

I want play-fights with you

Where I hit you and tickle you till you scoop me up and cuddle me like a child.

You can tell me secrets, as long as they’re not lies

You can make me believe

What we have is only us, there’s no one else

But her scent still lingers here.

Reviews

[TLK]

"I want to have stare-fights with you" is a fittingly childish line.