you danced with me
upon the floorboards
near the worn out
                        tired old
                              dining room table.

           you sat me on
   the beat up
knife-marked
            kitchen counter
and kissed me on the cheek.

i held you on the
                  shabby
threadbare
             blankets of my bed
late that night.

you didn't need anything then.
you need
                  even
                           less
                                  now.