I want you

To want me the way

My stomach drops in 

Inches fluttering,

Recalling your quasi-affectionate 

Hand absent from my knee,

Or the salt bitter scent of

Your cum on my cheek;

With the familiar burn of foolish tears

Of self-loathing, blinked back 

Into the streetlights home;

Craving your disaffected touch, 

The distance tangible, and the way I 

Imagine a professional stranger carries out his craft, a job well done;

Always regretting the solitary goodbye at your door, you lay contentedly warm as I let myself out. 

I want you to want me.