You came over in the late afternoon and did things like
pull my body into yours
by using your teeth as a lasso around my lower lip.
By night my pillows still smelled like you. How did you make soap smell so good?
All night I was rolling over and smelling you.
All night I was rolling over and thinking about how you make me forget
which way all my limbs are supposed to go.
You send me a picture on Snapchat when you can’t sleep
and I think I am supposed to think something about the way you look
but all I can see is that mouth.
And all I can think is how
I want to bury my face in the painful velcro of your neck
and rub myself raw.