‪i think of you late at night,‬
‪in between grasps and gasps‬
‪of thighs that are beneath me‬
‪and they held me tight, secure‬

‪until the still of your reflections‬
‪are blurred by the orgastic current‬

‪and i sat still as a stone,‬
‪unturned‬
‪to the revelries of you‬
‪to a memory bygone‬
‪and i close my eyes‬
‪to a tomorrow where you don’t belong‬