I must speak you about 
the mess you left behind you,
when you dye your hair 
our sink looks like a brutal crime scene,
I see a smile on your face 
yes, it’s about love
get loose! 
I’d rather prefer 
to collect your clothes
small bites around the floor
you know this will escalate, inevitably
into sweet and scented skin
I gently peel you like a tangerine
you unclose, ivory shores materialise 
comfortably wearing
nudity

Yes, sex is great
but that’s not what I came to tell you in the first place 
your messy habits… I must confess
feel safe, unwounded union
binary

I realised that my rest 
lies upon the calm, breathing sound 
of another human being