He was a man of rugby, with a smile of diamond teeth and strawberry lips.
He was a trouble maker and of quietus; kept his kingdom free of hassle. 
He was all I could have wanted, and still I didn't. 

Donnie Darkens the room and the television, the man next to me as a storm when I lay.
A problem of mercury. A strange scenario. 
3 AM and I turn over to his back, shirtless. Only a matter of hours and yet I already needed to graze my fingers. 
He was all I could have wanted, but I still didn't.
Two weeks, he sleeps through the rain. He twitches and jumps all night, a dreamer through and through. An offer for flavored smoke and ice cream. I decide an ultimatum. I am going to fall off this bed unless I do something. The cold hard floor and I align. 
He was all I could have wanted, but I still didn't. 

-A