I really really see you now

I guess I am physically incapable

Of wanting those eyes, I never could stand the eyes.

Yet in This Now,

I can’t bear to have you not look.

Bare, I want to sleep naked next to the stranger.

“We’re the rotten ones, the stranger ones.

It’s the way it’s meant to be.”

Because maybe if you catch brush

Of absolutely urgent, of my wanting, of sweating-for-you skin,

Yes, even through white paper sheets,

(You feel so rough, I only need it more)

You might wake in your rest

Against a stranger,

And really, really see her

Give her That First Time.