Naked

It’s that I only know you this way. Like you are made of layers, but the part of you I’ve seen is from a whole different onion. Is that who you really are?

I respect that you respect my body and that this adventure won’t leave your tongue. It was dark, you couldn’t see me and our bodies fell together clumsily. We were puzzle pieces from different pictures; we weren’t made to fit.

Your heart was on your sleeve before your clothes hit the ground, but the only layers I saw were bare skin. How do you close up so quickly?

I’m a little more sensitive, sensually, and suddenly aware that it’s 3am. I’m missing a certain song, and trust me, the ones you played were beautiful but I will never listen to them again.

I wonder what you’re thinking, in your bed, so far away from mine. Is it about me? Have you already forgotten how I felt? I pray you do. I pray you remember how we watched the sky all night and thought about sleeping there. That we laughed infinitely at jokes we won’t remember in the morning.

And I sure as hell pray I never tell you I wasn’t ready.