"You like the way my hips feel
in the palms of your hands,
guarded by long fingers
that could never really play guitar
or me, as well
as you thought they could.
I never say no
because you fit so well
in your jeans
and out of them.
You told me once
I set your world on fire
with a can of hairspray
from the drugstore.
It was supposed to be charming.
Sometimes I think I like you
best in bed
with your arms coiled
around my chest and stomach
like a prom picture
turned on its side.
But then the heat from your body
makes me sweat
and your hot breath
on my neck
makes me hope
we won’t last"