I just want that moment again.
Your hand on my thigh,
your breath on the back of my neck.
But I’m not chasing you.
Instead, I’m having a bath in the dark.
The last candle died twenty minutes ago.
I’m waiting for you to come back,
like a good/bad character on a TV show.
You make me itch. My calves are red raw
This expensive bubble bath with cardamom and cinnamon
is eating at my sensitive skin and burning.
I haven’t closed the door and my clothes decorate the stairs
I’ve left the fridge open so if you come back, you’ll smell the pudding
I made this morning