We are lying in your bed 

The taste of cocaine and scotch still haunts my mouth 

It seems like you are asleep so I touch your hair 

You turn to me and ask me if I want to have sex 

I say no though every cell in my body burns yes 

One of us has wet ourselves and I hope that it is me 

Because you must feel it too and if you feel that I have wet myself 

But still love me enough to want to pleasure me

Then I am truly loved 

I feel like I have the flu 

I check my phone and it is 2am 

You are snoring again so I press my crotch into your backside 

And think about how you are sixty percent water and so am I 

Think of how much water we would have to drink 

Before we shed our skin and sloshed to the ground 

Two puddles of humanity 

A twinning ritual 

Each one of my atoms blending with yours 

Then you would truly be mine 

A vast ocean of lost dreams and misplaced affection 

I fall asleep then and when I wake on the floor you have made me breakfast

There are cuts on your legs and the washing machine rumbles in the background