there was music playing between our knees
and with your mouth beside my cheek, i could still not hear you.
i think you were whispering things into my ear
but not things i really wanted to hear
like how i was not magnificent
and with glitter in my beard
you put your legs on my stomach
where you said it felt like a warm bath.
i laughed and thought i could never be that inviting,
like a private bathroom shared by two people
taking a photograph of each other on a camera phone
where it felt nice to finally say
"i like a face in the mirror"
better when it’s wearing my green sweater
and if i stand aside the frame at the right angle
the only one left’s an angel