The tips of your fingers
graze against the skin of
my inner thighs –
teasing, scratching,
drawing a moan past
my damp lips.

As I look down on you
with vision obscured
caused by my
thickened breathing,

I wonder if sometimes
you think it would also
be pleasing to put your
mouth on my mouth
instead of my cock
for a change.

after sono.

✖

We stretch out our hands
as if to take the world into our arms

(then again, the world means only the two of us)

and feel the wind against our skins;
my hands on your hips,
your hair on my lips.


You pout when
I say we’d never
be Jack and Rose
even if we tried
and I only laugh.


Of course we’d never
be like them –

one:
for obvious reasons,
and two:
there’s no iceberg big enough

to sink us down.

Contrary to popular belief,
I don’t do the things I do to
gain everybody’s attention.
It’s just that I don’t want to
be too obvious in trying to
get you to notice me until
I’m sure that you actually
have noticed me.