waiting for brian to come home

my fingers
are white,
from
stroking,
your hairy
belly.
every muscle
is limp.
i love
your ears.
i see
you peeking
through
dark eyes.
your tongue,
searching to
lick
my flesh.
your nails
are sharp,
leaving
road maps
on my
dry skin.
your mouth
is friendly.
your bites
are play.
i see
you
happy, to
make me
happy.
i can’t
hide,
you will
find me.
you’re
aware of
my motions.
you look
back,
struggling,
to stay,
or to go.
you bark,
and run
from the
room.
i curl up
to his
pillow,
and try
to sleep.