doorbell

you rang the doorbell
and when i saw you
i was airborne

your jaw and belly were fuller (strange)
but you still called me shirubi (aw)
you still tracked me with those inky eyes (damn)
still fiddled with the hand rolled cigarette tucked behind your ear (oof)

and found a reason, any reason, to presence the harmonica (sploosh)

yes, this was the stuff of dreams for me then
my thighs tired from the strain of clenching down

the way we made each other portals to chaos

the way the nausea holds on

if you rang on my doorbell now, old friend

i wouldn't answer