nice

your t-shirt smells like money
and kisses
and your cock behind me
and your hands on the waists of gay boys, shoving them up against walls

our fingers entwined
and your mouth scrunched to one side
your head ducked in the shower
and the way that you're not quite comfortable with yourself

I could eat you up, in little bites, piece by piece.
I could tie you up and never let you down.
But mostly I just like having you around the house, even if we're not talking.
It's nice passing you in the hallway.
It's nice hearing you brush your teeth.
Can't we just, do this, for a little while?