there’s something i find
really sexy about how
little you care. you
drop conversation,
pick up jokes: takeout for one.
your tongue toys the taste
of kind things; your teeth chatter –
molar-triplets meet,
clench – but you don’t speak.
you say you’re independent
(change at your own pace).
many have walked-in
to be pushed out. you’ve told her
to leave, but when i
come-by, the door is unlocked.
you sit (wait) downstairs;
shades are parted like pig-tails.
i knock anyway.
there’s something i find
really sexy about how
little you care. i
know you like me though.
the idea of you caring
always turns me on.