You sneaky bastard.

I knew you were there
felt you behind my closed lids                                                 (always)
slinging your weight at the ends of my hair,
but I thought
                  with my eye on you
I’d catch you before you pounced.

Yet here I am,
reduced to fetal leavings
and you drooling over me
through a smile that stretches for hours.

All I want is endless darkness
a silent forever
to think

                    ‘it’s going to be alright’
but believe it.