I was just thinking today,
about 80's hair-bands with venomous names,
and how they can be men and sing I love You Always,
or something like that,
and still be picking groupies off of their leather thighs,
never denying they are men
with an unseen side.

I was thinking that,
and about how you were thinking last night
while I slept and dreamt of other men in my bed,
and you pulled the blanket my Grandmother knitted
around your cold, bare ass.
How you were completely a man and were still thinking,
with my head making your arm fall asleep
and the rest of you wide awake.

I was thinking that while your eyes were shut,
and pain was creeping over your face
in ways that couldn't have come
from my knee poking you wrong or a completely different
political point of view,
that I could see exactly how this would end;
after the repeat of a cheesy line, two-sided monster ballad.

I was thinking that I wanted to sleep,
while you think and I pretend not to.
From the beginning I didn't want to be as comfortable
as you're almost letting me be.