a thump thump in the back of my skull
stiff neck, aching muscles and
two lovers – four beds
you’d think it was a full moon.
there’s no teeth here
no hackles raised.
i don’t want to know you,
feel your bed mold around my body like safe keep
your lips tracing fingers of perhaps in my nightstand.
humming a purr from my chest
how can satisfaction leave you so parched?
“to be idolized or recognized?”