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.