i figured i could do better than a “u up?” text
better than some eggplants with no subtext
better than me being the only one that’s direct
so here i am, textin’ you about street food
about eating eggplant tacos in your swimsuit
about your vegan views amidst servitude
oops, hang on, hold still
there’s sauce on your lips, something spicy or sweeter
my fingers enter your mouth as you pull me in deeper
you winking, me taking care like a miss demeanour
palming extra napkins, like scraps of grace
catching passion crumbs of faith
like dinner and movie and a walk to your place
like “hey, u wanna watch Breathless or Scarface?”
when all i can think about is
being too busy for subtexts and cigarettes
your thighs on my shoulders, my hands on your breasts