irving.

i now know
because of this
that my poor bed
flies
through the clouds

i'll explain...

you made your way
to my crooked place
at two
you quiet, closet man
and stared.

my poor nerves!

I rolled my eyes
and laughed it off.
“Don’t stare,”
I asked
and you mocked me.

We began…
and oh, how you were gentle!

afterward
you stared some more
I quickly sat behind you
and wrapped my legs around you
you were trapped in my embrace
and as I held you tight
kissing your back
you caressed my arms
and asked

“can we cuddle?”

and it’s my fragile state that keeps you alive
‘til this day
because a one night stand is never supposed to last.