All the girls you’ve ever loved, I think I loved them too.

Interlude for the grand sonata.

Every mouth you’ve ever kissed
was just practice, all the bodies you’ve ever undressed
and ploughed into
were preparing you for me.

I don’t mind tasting them in the
memory of your mouth.

They were a long hallway,
a door half-open, a single suitcase still on the conveyor belt.

Was it a long journey?

Did it take you long to find me?

You’re here now, welcome home.