With copper around my ankles. . .

With copper around my ankles,

a dead mouse in the corner that I cried over earlier

and phone calls from people telling me I need to pay up

Still, just in the back of my mind

‘Cause my body would really just like to be touched

Breasts uncovered, caressing myself

Easily feeling your hands again

Soon my flesh tells me all clothes should come off

So it can bask in itself, uncovered

Take down the curtains

Let the sunlight penetrate my soft skin

illuminating that glow that is, was always there

                       

Sweet slickness in one hand

And a pen in the other

Thankful my body prefers the right hand

Because how would I write?

The way my body feels when you’re around

The way my body looks when you’re around

I’ve used the same description you did

Have I liked it?  I’ve tried

But with you, it’s true