F**k Buddies or On Watching Someone You Love, Love Only Your Body

This is an unrequited love poem

It will be last call

When his name appears on your phone

Your fingertips hesitate to answer

Go into the bathroom tell him

To meet at your place in half an hour

When your friends ask who you were talking to

Lie to easily, say it was your roommate

Go back to your beer; fade invisible

Slip out the front door to meet your lover

You will run home, trying as much as possible

To sober your drunken veins just to remember

How his stubble feels against your cheek

 

When you open the door, he will be standing

One hand in his pocket,

The other on the door frame,

You can tell he has taken one too many shots of tequila

This is the reason he called

He will smile and you try not to melt

Like ice cream in the middle of the desert

He does not speak, he moves effortlessly

Into your home; you have forgotten his force

Every pulse is telling you to push him away

To run because you told yourself last time

Was the last time you would let him control you

When he presses his lips against yours

His hand glides down your spine

You are surprised at how weak he makes you

 

He will lead you into the bedroom

Removing your clothing without strength

You let him take you because you want him to

Because you know this is the closest you will ever be

He will lick his way down your stomach

Do not mistake this for passion

Remind yourself this is only fun

Your sweat mixes with his

And you feel the heat rising from his body

You are surprised at how perfectly

He fits with you like two lost pieces

From different puzzles perfect for each other

But never truly entangling

He knows all your curves

Without seeing the whole picture

 

When he ejaculates on your stomach

He will hand you a towel

Clean yourself off with deliberate force

When both of you slide your shirt back on

Do not look him in the eye

You will think about asking him to stay

Holding you until morning light

You will think about telling him

He is the condom you wear on blind dates

Protection from letting anyone else touch you

Do not tell him you stay up late at night

Creating worlds where the two of you

Live happily ever after

 

He will leave your apartment

Just as easily as he entered

Without a goodbye kiss

You are the kitchen knife

He uses to remember what it’s like to feel

Go back to your bed

Hold the pillow holding his cologne

Wrap your hands around his scent

Press the fabric close to your face

Fall asleep to the smell of him

 

In the morning do not regret what you did

Retell yourself how you could have stopped it

Because you could have stopped it

You could have stopped it

Wash the smell of him away in the shower

Block his number . . . again

Reviews

[sabrina]

i really need to say this: the first time that i read it, i loved it, it was almost two years ago, and i wrote a part of it in one of my notebooks, a year ago a found it and i have to say that i love this.

[Alana McGuire]

I know this was added over a year ago, but I have just stumbled across it now. Your style reminds me of one of my favorite slam poets, and that's what drew me in at first.
It's crazy how you can want something so much, and at the same time know it's everything bad for you, everything you don't need. But that doesn't cure the hunger of desire.
Very, VERY well written. I love it. Definitely going in my library :)