#made bed

I'm clean, clean bed, and cozy friends!

He could have been my lover again that night— a whisper of dress lifting over ears, the tie unknotting, the sheets predictably white,

the fumbling urgency leaving us breathless, light from lust tinged by guilt, the vanished years. He could have been my lover again that night,

confusing past with present, desire with flight, image with image: elbow, breastbone, sheers— the tie unknotted, the sheets ironically white.

Entangled, our voices pitching like a kite in a storm with vowels, bleats, stifled swears... he could have been my lover again that night

if the night were only and alone, if right and right had not had different names. Affairs: the ties unknotting, the sheets iconically white

but u went full send anyways,

and now yer outta pocket bud