Are You Done Yet?

Lying on my back I dream
of someone else on top of me. To
wonder if it would feel the same.
Past invaders of my private parts,
who unlike you were not
privileged to go inside. Sliding,
in and out...in and out...
occasionally you’ll change. Swirling
around looking, no searching for
the spot that will make me scream.

But it is not found, again.
And you fill with excitement
stretch your neck back, fall on
top of me, honor me with a
kiss and roll over.

I roll to the other side, tears
staining my pillow. Is this what,
what its supposed to be like?
Is this what the girls in gym class
giggled over in their little groups
in the locker room? Is this the reason
why my mother fell in love with my father?
Will it always be this way? You on top,
me lying on my back, dreaming of someone
else and if it would be the same with them