The smell on your breath
changes,
full and ancient
so familiar,
smooth skin
on your back,
the stubble on my unshawen legs.
I don't care,
I know you so well.
Your sharp knee
hurts a bit as it presses
the soft spot above my knee,
these same two bodies
the same dance
You have told me
your fantasies,
I have revealed some unimportant ones,
I need to have some secrets,
unexposed
'cause they make our dance
new,
everytime.