static charge

i smile at you
my cheek and powder blush on my face rest on a toilet seat,
vomiting

black nylons tug at the cracks of my red pedicure
on my toenails like the earth beneath gravel
red behind black,
its static cling snags my sensation

the caramel of your hair and drunkenness 
     lean on the bed's mouth, 
stuck in the indents of its back teeth

night hotel television, remote in your hand
you are laughing at my drunken commentary
responding to a foodnetwork baking competition
on the other side of the wall of the bathroom 
that 
i can only hear 

a hair clip holds my hair back,
and the whole time i wish you were
while railing me from behind
its sound 
that
i can only hear

you smile at me
your cheek soft on a pillow
a tilted head, i am thinking
i love you 
and that i love you,
about that i love you
and i love you 
that's all there is 

you hold me from across the room
in hollowness within the cavities of your teeth