coffee tasting better than water,
u tell me u often stare at
the goosebumps
on ur own arms
it is cold so we wrap up our skin
but ur shirt looks so white and soft
that i want to put my mouth to it
and my shoes look so small compared to urs
that night i s** the juice
out of an orange
in the blue light of my room
thinking of ur strong hand
not on my forearm
but on ur own