Buy A Black Bra

I pay homage to Marquez, it’s true

The only romantic love is unrequited love

But there is something to be said for my companion

Desire still resides between

Text messages about toilet paper

PD days and grocery lists.

I scrub the tub in preparation

Daydreaming; already aroused

While he soaks, I will

Trace a lazy path with my fingertips

From his ankle to his thigh

Then higher still

Draw out his lust

Usher in an era of pleasure

Take precedence

Over his YouTube addiction

All of this in a clean bathroom.

A strange dichotomy

To writhe under familiar and excellent ministrations

But also, I must remind him to empty the compost bin.

It doesn’t hurt when the other laughs

When you put the milk in the cupboard

Or shit yourself on vacation

(I did tell him not to drink the water).

A witness to your life

Who loves you