Four minutes out and all was well

Four minutes before I  
ran out the door  
chasing other dick  
I was on your lap  
listening to the way  
my full name  
rolled off your  
southern lips  
 
Three minutes before  
I ran out the door  
I said I wondered  
what your neck  
tasted like  
 
and you said  
 
"your pussy"
 
you called me a
twin flame
as we wrapped  
around each other  
like skin grafts
 
and later ....
I pulled  
my torn stockings  
from the floor  
next to your bed  
and left so quickly  
the cats didn't stir  
 
and five minutes  
after I left  
I wondered  
why it wasn't enough  
 
a week later  
you told me to stop  
apologizing
 
but I couldn't  
 
because  
there was a quiet moment,  
a pulse check  
in a strange microcosm,  
where my nipples tightened  
thinking about the way  
your neck tasted  
like  
me  
 
(exhale)

and after all this time  
I still wonder  
why it wasn't  
enough