i always got a kick
out of the way she’d
wrestle the mattress
trying to tuck away the
sheets we’d just made
love in
like we were done
messing the bed up
or something
she knew better.
i craved her
she was my brown
eyed girl
my heart didn’t beat
unless i was inside
her
but she always placed
restrictions
on our sessions
i could not love
her –
i could not love
her the way i wanted
there was something i
couldn’t gather, information
for a different master
a brick wall of
doubt my love could not get
past her
she never let me
open the door
or pump the gas
for her
she was independent
she’d say
and i’d say ok
but in the moments
before she wrestled the
mattress, and tucked the
sheets away
she was mine
but i knew better
