Living Room Scene

It’s been some time since those times,

on your knees

at me feet

you consumed me.

I see you sometimes,

Sunday morning,

and I remember

those hours.

I can feel your mouth

take me inside

as my mind drifted.

I can remember those times

and I think I want it again

but I don’t know why.

I think of those moments

and I become harder

confused by these emotions.

I remember those times,

I sat in your living room,

that you sat me down

and now you act as though

it never occurred.