It Was Something

One time
I was covered in you
Every day
It was something

At work
It was something
I was thinking about —
Then it was work

And then
I was
Touching myself
Asking for your tongue
Inside my mouth

And my body rings
Like it was something
Afloat, akimbo, awake, or at rest?

The story writing itself all around me

I think of you

And again