fragments (i told him)

I told him,
“cut the crap,
it is just sex.
I have six hours,
don’t waste.”

a glass of wine…
eyes into eyes,
blue melts with brown.

he asked me to stay,
this time for good.

he picked my dress
from the stairs,
my bra from the kitchen table
and hung them neatly
in his closet.

he made me tea
and fixed my dinner.

I mentioned that
I use my stove
for extra storage.

he asked me,
if I will stop by again.

I said
“perhaps…
sometimes…
next year…
if I will have six hours
to waste”