When I scratch your back
I feel the water accumulating over my lids
I shut the lights off
For you to not see me crying
Each tear that rolls down my cheek
mimics my naked body under yours
The monotonous sound of the fan above
The ray of street light through the curtains
The crimpled bedsheet and
The pillows spread over the bed
All of this, lie stagnant
As I lie there
Motionless; skeptically joyful,
Why do you feel sad when you’re done?
Why do you cry once it’s over?
What are you hiding from yourself?
Nice