( I )
I look at you, and I
imagine him between the sheets
in the middle of the night, when I can't sleep,
I close my eyes and feel
long, white, legs wrapped around me.

I don't know what it feels like to have
you pressed against my back
but every time our knees brush or hands touch I
imagine him between the sheets.

( II )
Grey shirt,
that doesn’t quite cover his side...
just a enough to catch your eye.

White skin,
the most you've seen of him...
draws your attention in.

Stop it,
you beg yourself as you look...
just once again.

Remind yourself,
that friends don’t  look, at friends
like this.

Brown leather,
fingers toy with his belt buckle...
you swallow.