Black Like This (Getting Lost in Acronyms)

this sheath reminds me of the times
we spent talking around each others
lives on your couch one night.

so you bought the dress for tonight, did you?
that's crazy.

you're crazy.
there we go again with romance.
there we go again with thinking we are fitting
into each others palms again.

there we go with taking off our clothes
again
and being naked.

i like sleeping beside you tall friend.
its like slipping under each others eyelids
for a second, and smearing the black and red
we find, across each others faces,

and then waking to find each other tall again.
or small i suppose.

i wish that you
would pull the sheets over my head again,

like you did that time i woke only to find myself
cold and naked on your bedspread
and you creeping up quietly,

lifting my pale skin into your arms
and cocooning me into your comforter
and into your warm body.

this sheath reminds me of all the mistakes
we make in the morning,

lifting keys off of the table and
never finding words enough to make each other
want to stay.

when she saw you
she said, i get it.

and today i wear you,
this sheath

over my skin
as though there is nothing

underneath it
as though i am myself again.