A van

“Look at us”
you said to me.
What does that even mean?

Do I exude the allure of friendship
or do you want to lock eyes
and fall into my comforter

I don’t know what you want
In the meantime, I float

When you told me that if
you could imagine tonight
there’d be no better company than me
Was that romantic?
Or the first brick you lay in a wall
to separate friends from lovers

Why can’t we kiss when you’re inside me
I promise I won’t fall for you
I don’t want to pretend
to climax with you

But I must.

I want to know what stirs you
what makes you cry
but if you can’t even look at me
when our bodies move together
then I don’t want you a moment longer

But I’m doing the same to you
What if we are the same
So content with loneliness that
trying isn’t worth it