hauntedbyhorribles

a boy and a girl
lying on their backs
in the middle of the room
barechested, both.
they stare through
the creaking ceiling,
inhale, exhale
fingers lightly touching.

how did we get here?
years of tortured passion,
or a week?
did you take off my shirt
or did I do it myself?
you've got an ant on your arm
don't move, i'll get that eyelash
pop that zit, scratch my back.

a smile blocks the entrance
to the most mysterious of holes

I want you
to be
for me
what I can only see in dreams
that is--a lie
constructed in my mind
at night, forever.