So I lay there?—
no tears?—
while the song goes on and on...
Andrew’s voice ghosts through my head,
bringing me back to the now?—
“… I’m still here. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”
And I want to abandon myself for believing it.
I fist Ben’s hair, tugging his head back.
His neck's exposed, his mouth glistening.
We both need intercourse,
but not for the same reason.
He sees theokayin my face,
the defeat in my shoulders,
the exhale,
the nod?—
the signs of surrender.
His eyes flare, black pupils eating the blue,
a whole new monster waking up inside him.
He stands,
grabs my hands,
and leads me to the bed,
his fingers slipping under the silk of my robe,
pushing it off my shoulders,
sliding it down my arms,
and letting it pool at my feet.
His hands, they’re starving,
knowing exactly what will satiate.
And right now, they want me on all fours.
My knees hit the mattress.
My palms sink into the sheets.
