The Towel in your Backseat

I forget  
The warnings.
You told me
This was nothing  
And you would call  
When time permitted...  
 
I start to wilt  
With worry
And need
And weeds
Of doubt  
Bubble and stew
I try to get through
But it’s you….
And you
Never cared for  
A word I say.  
 
And anyway,  
I must be unaffected.  
 
I am  
The face  
You love in the dark
The body you taste
In the back seat
Of your car.