#2,518 I want to wander

I want to wander from room to
room behind you – I’ll tip every
switch to off – be asked if doors
are locked – promise to make a
tea at eight o’clock – follow you
to a turned back bed & witness
your honesty in flesh – I’ll rub &
roll your naked body until your
breaths contract – that sex-huff
you do [my imagination’s cruel
exploitative ways] – you are sat
upon Surrey’s quiet hills as my
air in Wealden ticks & switches
off – we suffocate unless lovers