Pianos are in charge today
except even they are ruled by fingers.
Like i am ruled by his
wet, unseen fingertips that move,
circle around my every nerve and leave
me crying out.

i can't count
the number of times i've hated him
with my mouth
and
loved him
with my tongue.

a ribbon of impatience
winds itself around
my wrist, it keeps
my hand attached.

i watch detached
while the thing
frays when
my patience runs out.

But back to Plan BCD, which
includes stealing your clothes
and running far away
where

i'll sweat and sleep
inside around them,
think of when your body
gave them shape and how
everything is lost once i
cannot be touched

by the only man to make me
scream while i came in his
mouth, skin quivering
and clit jumping on
his tongue.

i uncurl my legs
from around his head,
open my eyes and say
good-bye to a good thing.