09
LOVE ME
JONATHAN GOH
you look at your lover’s body sprawled across the sheets
the crisp comfort of a tousled nest hides the creases
he is not beautiful, you think, but it does not matter
he is here
these moments are fleeting, almost ethereal in their briefness
a quiet hour, maybe two if he’s lucky, if time permits
you arrange to meet in the gaps between his lives
his work dictates your existence together
it’s difficult, people always say that it’s difficult
but you think it’s easier than it could have been
sometimes you miss the sight of him reading
incomprehensible journals in bed after sex
you roam around, a little lost when he’s gone
busy yourself with work, book clients through the weeks
it is not your thought of him that makes yo