Resting my head against your bedroom door

We are drawn to each other
our wounds are magnetic
our wrists together
form train tracks to
your bedroom

where I undress you
like a nurse. Each item
of clothing is a bandage
to unravel. The darkness swallows
our exposed parts. Our beating hearts
remain sealed in a catatonic
state, a tupperware to be shelved
for a later date
for never.

When I hear the noises you make
with others, I wish I could be
that brave although I can’t figure
out if you’re having an orgasm
or crying over something
they said.

I once told you, you were lucky
to have many eyes adore your flesh
you tried to make it better
by saying: “It’s all meaningless”.

Then you shook my Disney Souvenir:
“See how fast the glitter falls?”

I could have said several
things in reply but struggled
to shape the right sounds

Caught on my own breath
like a story, trapped in the
middle of itself.