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When I say that I'm sleeping in my lover's house

I mean, they take me to bed and I let them suck me dry

like a citrus fruit

 

and ask them 

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Where will you spend eternity?
Would you pick up almond milk on the way home?
Are you a wolf in the woods, and will you cook eggs the way I like ...
 

When I say that I'm sleeping in my lover's house

I mean, in private, we are like two animals,

all flesh and bones and jaws that snap,

fuck under white sheets and neon signs

I mean, we know how to read and write,
We dress fashionably and sit in restaurants and talk about my real estate plans,
I mean, we talk like we don't lick the sky

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When I say that I'm sleeping in my lover's house

I mean, the kitchen lightbulb glows softly orange 

and they leave teeth marks on my throat

I mean, I can hear the soft laughter of the shower
while I lay in bed across the hall

or, when the door to the backyard in the bedroom is open

I can listen to the radio on the porch of the house next door 

 

I mean, they will spit in my mouth and lend me a cup for my tea, 

I will be a cup for them

                                    (fill me up)
 

I mean, I will wear one of their cotton t-shirts 

When I say that I'm sleeping in my lover's house 

I mean, their bedsheets are my own 

I mean, my mouth pressed into them, breathing heavy