I got to know you in the moments after sex

when your whisps of hair stuck to your forehead, wet

from sweat.

Your eyes lazy and full, overcome with

some power that you said I gave you.

You propped your head up and lit a cigarette.

My brain is full of things to say

but the one thing I want to say I think you already know

I love you, I love you, I love you

And it's pressing itself against the back of my eyes

You say I look like I have something to tell you

I love you, I love you, I love you,

It pounds and clangs and the bells toll about it

It's the song that's stuck in my head

Except you don't let me sing it outloud anymore