I had forgotten the way your hands feel when they listen to me.
I had left behind the memory of the sound you make when I smile at you,
in that way.
The sound you didn’t know was there
and I hesitate to tell you because until I do
It’s mine.
The way no other part of you is mine.
You belong only to yourself and I would have it no other way
I don’t need you to stay
I like it when you go
I like it when you come
back for more,
the knock on the door
as subtle as foreplay gets around here.
I vibrate at a frequency that is best heard in the tone of your voice
when it says my name.
With eyes closed I could easily identify
the way your back looks when you walk away
because you always do.
Mostly because you think I want you to. 


(I don’t. )