Want “Hey Stubby” smacking in my ears with my face stinging from your fingers curled calmly around my neck. Push me down, back, have to look up at you. Cuff me. Keep me down.
Smoke your cigarette just out of my line of sight. Exhale deep. I can hear you. Come in my head. Invade my thoughts. Plant what you want from me while I whine and twist to see you hold fire between your fingers.
I am jealous. I want to be between your fingers, under your fingers.
Take me. Sad spirited because I couldn’t enjoy your secondhand smoke, couldn’t see the flash in your eyes match the ember. Stroke my neck. Nip my arms. Put your palm into my prying fingers and kiss me hard. With free hand, press on my ribs, until I relax. Tell me I’m good, then leave me pining.
-Arky
