germs and flannelette pjs

We've had the flu  
and you haven't kissed me  
in two weeks  
and I don't give a fuck  
if we're sick  
I just want you to kiss me  
 
I've made a new habit  
of hugging you around the waist
my face pressed against your arse  
it started as a joke  
and now it's just a different way
of saying I want to be close to you
 
I finger your flannelette pyjamas  
and kiss the shoulder seam  
wishing my lips could find skin
but you don't notice  
as you play games on your phone
and tell me to please not cough on you
like our chests aren't  
heaving with the same sickness  
 
I licked your face today  
in defiant annoyance  
at not being able to touch you  
and watched you scrub  
yourself free of my germs
 
I'm not your favourite  
person right now  
with my coughed on fingers  
that I taunt you with  
because while I respect  
your distance  
I can't resist fucking with you  
 
I give up the fight  
and kiss the waistband  
of your PJs instead  
before I go touch myself  
in the bathroom  
wishing it was you