He was stirring coffee in his workout clothes.
I wanted to swallow him,
Coffee black in my stomach.
The sun was moving in the glass of buildings.
He was sweating, he was late.
I was suffering from beauty,
Thirstiest in the morning,
Sleeping in my T-shirt with stiff yellow armpits.
His belly was so warm.
He knew my name.
I could taste almonds in his mouth.
Tell me I own you, Richie.
Don’t forget it.
The hours we didn’t do anything
But sit on the floor in silence:
Nothing more erotic than being in the same room
Not interacting—
Reading different articles,
Our minds elsewhere,
The sky becoming white then black,
That submissive sleep
On the bed I gave to
My friend’s sister when I moved.