My friend shakes her head, and then the silence says
"Dark purple sheets, don't keep secrets very well."
But the cum stains in my mind are the only reminder, that the
you that
I know, really does exist.
The soil from your lips, that stays clenched tight to my throat for days.
Every swollen breath.
Every embrace of intensity that would tear down the tapestries covering my walls.
Every moment we would stop, just to look at the people our bodies made us become.
Every laugh I would tremble, every kiss you would steal.
Every warm word you spoke....
In that bliss that is afterwards.
When I'm in your arms and your heart with its joker grin has slipped into the cavity in my chest to lay some smooth beats with mine.
And I was wet-thighed with surrender.
And for the first time, your hands were still.
But dark purple sheets were the only other admirer.
So I just ask the waiter for the bill.
