Unspoken


No funny business, you say
but I am welcome to stay a while
and we talk shop
and I respect your line in the sand:
You will move if and when you’re ready

And I keep my hands to myself
and we talk about rock and roll
and drugs
and philosophy
and we avoid talking about sex:
No funny business, got it

But of course you say it more for yourself than for me
convincing yourself
steeling yourself

And as we listen to the camera, you press your head against mine
and I think that in a way
this is more intimate than when we fucked

more charged

And as the sun comes up
and you need to sleep the whiskey off
and it’s time for me to leave
You hold me close
and give me a look that says what you won’t speak:

“Dost thou love me?”

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