we lie in each others arms
post coitus
weak from coming and shots of whiskey
i want to spill guts to her
but i bite my lip
and keep from letting go
it’s the temporary calm
that lulls me to complacency
but i hold back
and i know she’s holding back too
secrets in the dark
like children playing hide and seek
we give over physically
but can’t let go of the self
and i keep wondering
how long i should stay here
because she keeps going
further down that rabbit hole
and i’m not jumping in
plan d 