Empty

Your conciousness makes itself known, 

by insistently prodding me in the lower back

My leg greeted with affectionate thrusts as you stare lovingly into my eyes.

I breath heavily the sent of meals left to rot and sigh out my resignation

I am tired

Sleep clings to me as the smell of damp clings to your forgotten clothes

but i roll over, assume the position

Your periodic table of sex hangs forgotten above our heads

I make a half hearted attempts at moaning in all the right places

false gasps of pleasure cover my discomfort  and i mold my face into something that i hope resembles ecstasy

When you bury your face in my shoulder I gaze unfocused at the lazy paths of our fruit fly audience

In that moment my dislike for you is as acrid as your emotions towards a*****e bus drivers and scooter kiddies

We lie like that for some time, you catching your breath

and me pretending too

Sweat prickles my skin

but it is not mine

pushing you off i make the mad dash through an obstacle course of 

orange juice cartons

biscuit wrappers and

neglected clothes to relieve natures urgings

When i return, you are already dozing

the sleep of the sated

I curl myself around you, plaster my body to yours

and tell myself that this is love