To See Your Face

I remember the time
you wanted it more than I did.
It was maybe the once,
and when it was over
you still made me feel
like you’d done me
the world’s most darling favor
by letting me get you off.
Every time I open a drawer
and roll out the subject,
I hope I unzip the bag
to see your face.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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