rebound sex

                   
                   
your hand rested on the small of my
back as you told me about silly
things that
happened in California; that could
only happen in California and I
talked about the Midwest; the
Midwest was the only place I have
been--the only place I could ever be                  
                   
                   
                   
                   
extended:                  
                   
I sprawled across the couch and your hand
was around my waist and my hands
were wavering--I didn't know what to do with them
I forgot why I was here and in
a different universe I had already died
and was watching you hold this body
from above
projected; projecting I
fought with myself about watching your eyes
from the corners of mine                  
                   
you talked about your cock and you
talked about me and I talked about me
impatiently pressing buttons
and it wasn't until you said this song was sad
that you grabbed my hair, gently though
and pushed our faces together
and I couldn't remember why I was here
but only that I had never thought
of this song as sad before                  
                   
later you made my bed uncomfortable
moving things--laying the wrong way
and as I floated in and
out
forcing
myself to keep my eyes closed and waiting
for the
black to take me, you appeared sometimes
and I couldn't remember
why you were here--why
you had ever been
here