He spoke with his nose against mine.
He closed his eyes and hesitated to kiss me gingerly
and when I did not deny him, he kissed me again.

And when I returned his affections
he gave a sigh of passionate relief,
his fingers imploring tenderly to
find the skin beneath cloth

within the sheets, and I
allowed him to. “I want you
to understand,” he said against
my lips, pulling me into him,
and so I tried to.

No hasty decisions
should’ve been made,
so you say.

Is it habit or some
other innate thing drawing
in the opposites?

You remembered when I said
love could be like that thing inside atoms:
A force between the quarks and current

with no real will of its own,
but to pulse and pull

Nothing has changed.
Everything happens to stay
the same in an inane way.

I ****** up when I said
I love you after a careless laugh,
but you waited and then said it back
like you hoped instinct would be intact.

Every kiss stains
where you leave it,
and it changes nothing.

Every kiss fades
when you leave it.

Where the thought thinks
first of itself is where the Universe
first ****** itself into existence

The old ball and chain
tethered to the ankle is not enough
for me, but it's fun to skip with

The vibrations of skin
friction beneath the fingernails
must be a sounding of the ankh

Another few days tacked on
with hardly even a thought

I thought of
breaking up with you about
a hundred times tonight.

I imagined you
cheated on me in
one scenario- nothing
too lewd, but enough

To make me nearly
hate you. It seems the only
way I'd ever go through with it.

I **** with
you heavy

Why else would
I be here?

But we ain't locked in,
you make sure of that

I still want
to talk to you

Is it needy
to need more
than what you
think is enough

Relationship or responsibility:
Not mature enough for
either or anything more
than the bare minimum

I need a real love
waiting for me
when I'm gone. I
need a good friend.