i used to have these colorful visions
into your calculating mind,
when you would describe to me
the sound your thoughts made
when they finally filtered through
the foggy windows.

morning had sprung up on us again.

your smug smile filled the space
between us in paralyzing silence

my heart skips a few beats,
then patters out of control just
before your naked body turns flush.
the heat you omit causes my face to blush
as i feel the familiar trembling of your hands.

grey were the eyes glossed over in instant amnesia.
your pretty words soil my black clothes
with white streaks across my heavy chest.

and when everyone else wakes,
they find me sleeping on the cold wooden floor
curled under the kitchen table.

i have mastered this one already - my reaction.
learning to act just as confused to how i got there
as you - when you would later wake in the morning
mysteriously naked, alone in your bed.


these games we would play,
i am just too old for now.

for now.