I could have just shifted
into place
into the gears
of another person's body.
It was late
and made it known
that cuddling is a piss poor hobby
that only leaves you yearning.
Tossing and turning
hands clicked tight
it's too warm under the blanket -
open the window
get cold again
push in closer
'til you melt.
Wet boxers
kissing abrasive
from the prick of facial hair.
If we could just lock in together -
I swear we'll fit -
that would make things fair.
