The 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?
two 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