friends with bene's.

out of place
not my place

i'm not your girlfriend,
she's out of town

and we're never going below,
the surface where you dwell

the only place we know:
that twin bed you sleep in when you're around

i am occupying my place
in the scheme of things:

here to satisfy
your indescriminate animal needs

you relocate my hands
undo my zipper

we're on your couch
going places we should not go

both knowing that we're wrong
we continue on

to each other,
and off with our clothes