you? Let’s go upstairs, okay?
And it’s more than okay. It’s
necessary. We indulge in a taste
of the monster, losing our clothes
before we’re finished. Then I’m
back in his arms and he’s doing
those things to me again, those
things I’ve only read about before
making love with Trey. They’re real.
He takes his time, shows me new
ways to make him feel good too.
Fueled by ice, it all takes a very
long while, but finally we both
ascend about as high as two people
can. Despite the glass, we float
in a sea of exhaustion. Trey whispers,
Please stay with me tonight.
Cushioned by his arms, it occurs
to me that I’ve never actually slept
with a guy before—never had
the chance. But I love being knotted
together with him. “I’ll stay. Wait.
I have to work in the morning.”
He stirs, disappointed. [Call in
sick.] “Never mind. I’ll call in sick.”
We Drift Toward Sleep
Never quite get all the way there,
but tangled in the warmth of Trey,
I’m glad I’m semiconscious.
At some point I hear noise downstairs,