Periphery

Thanks for being around.
Seeing you for three hours
is more than I can say for a lot of people,
still.
I watched you watch yourself,
remarkably un-self-conscious,
for such a self-conscious act.
Referring to yourself in the third person,
yes, I suppose, in you, it can be forgiven,
still.
Is it my mask or yours?
When I look at you,
and you look at me,
when I'm fucking you,
and you're fucking me,
how deep in are you?
Yes, you know how I like it,
there's no question there,
but when you're deep in,
do you stop just shy,
do you glance to the side
when I take you in,
do you take me in?
Tomorrow, I'll see you, again
and again
my soul and body will open,
but tonight
my soul and body recede,
a wraith in the night
a hand raised, ambiguous
as my face traces back
to before we pretended
to know each other.