“The Pants”
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She was the last person I loved.
It wasn’t the keeping kind
Memorable,
But, passing.
She went where she went
But, her sweatpants stayed.
A better fit.
Comfortable.
This morning,
You
The first woman I’ve loved like this, in this
Love, love, love
Kind of way,
Lay between the meeting of lefts & rights.
Face bowed in worship & praise.
Tongue dancing to song lyrics
(As a literal, matter of fact.)
Tongue obeying commands given by
Love making music in the background.
Your eyes are closed.
My eyes are not.
They trace the lines made by your body.
The small of your back, a valley.
I am a rollercoaster car
Climbing from canyon to crest
Where your ass points as far up to heaven as it can go.
Jerking breaths.
I am a rollercoaster car
Begging to know what it feels like,
When this buildup of energy rushes through me
Like screams & stomachs dropped on the way down.
I throw my hands up,
Pressing wall,
Like reaching for the sky.
This is the part where I swear.
FUCK
Loud.
I notice
You’re wearing the pants.
You wore them home once.
And now you’ve claimed my soul,
In your bed,
With them on.
Those are your pants now.