the room was stuffy and uncomfortable, the bunk bed too low, both of us sweating out poison
but seeing you there, arms extended half-smile eyes drooping from post-drinking 6:30 am sleepiness. seeing that. figure eights on my back, nails lightly-so-lightly on skin. fingers through soft hair, cheek to cheek, smiling eyes. no ulterior motives, just comfort.
"i don't know what's going on in your mind"
what is it you want from me?