You know it well, when I sigh.
And drop hints of my attention.
The disguised doubts of the why.
Maybe you prefer me as the hot one.
Sliding up your skin.
So we can believe it’s for the long run.
But how you block the noise
Inside my head, those looks.
Your slight shivers at the surface of my voice.
I would lie beside
While you search your screen.
My curves getting cold in imposed ignorance.
My intestines – if that’s what it took?
Desperate purge, of this sordid hunger.
And let the smoke waft away at my face
My dark pungent stench, for you.
To dream sometimes, maybe remember too.