I would ask you for two things only:
listen to me when I speak
and
don’t think about my past
I’ve just thought:
when you wake up
how do you wake up
do you think of me
when you go to pee
(your steps are soft on the floor,
you turn me on while I’m still asleep)
do you look at yourself in the mirror
while you brush your teeth –
I do, always, and I try
to foresee my day –
I always guess, even the worst ones
(I’d trade all of those bad days in the week
for just one of your smiles)
I would ask you for two things only:
tell me how much you like porn
and
would you be jealous
do you see your beauty
in the mirror that is merciful
for the age that has inscribed itself in you
do you see your beauty
pouring out of your eyes
when you think of me