Last 3 letters of the spring

Your firm collarbone against my forehead

on the tips of my toes

You haven’t showered today, and I wouldn’t want you to

I do (too) think that tomorrow’s not coming anymore

Stay, just stay, would you?

2 drinks in and I am no longer a stranger

Was I ever? It only dies if you want it dead

It is only real if you stop running from it 

When I said I am not a mindreader—I lied

Your hips, my inner thighs 

Close your eyes, just close your eyes, imagine 

hiding in love inside an apartment, warming the covers

my

soften liable toes 

I do (too) think there’s no tomorrow

Stay, just stay, would you?

I now

must go clean something. Forgive me

I made you uncomfortable

I think tomorrow’s not coming 

I let myself remember