Butt

What are you doing
Bouncing around in my shirt
Why are you up
Why don't you come back to bed

What are you doing kissing my forehead
Did you just wipe a tear from my eye
Why don't you return to bed
Why would I be crying

What are you doing
Sliding your jeans back on
I can see your butt cheeks
As the shirt's hem allow a peek

Please return to bed
Maybe it's real or all in my head
It's a return of the hunger, the thirst
As when I met you at first

What are you doing
Going through my pockets removing everything
Why are you taking my keys
Why are you removing my rings

Where are you going
Leaving me here to put it all together
The fact that I can't move or speak
I'm getting weaker as I constantly leak

As I look at the mirror
And back at the bed
I know it's the end of me
By the blood on the bed

I remember the promises for a look at both cheeks
And I can see the headlines all next week
Forewarned, serial killer, the ultimate freak
Not worth the look at both butt cheeks