no stranger

I’m no stranger to accidental collisions of
naked bodies. I’ve never met someone
who could cram all my words back down
through my mouth, an unsuspecting pillage
of speech. You’re no stranger to what lips
can do when they’re in a rage or a rave or
steeped in a bottle of vodka and spit back out
in your face.

Maybe I’m a piece of clothing you keep
in your closet and try on when you get
bored of the other boring people but
I like to think that maybe you’re scared
of what might happen if we opened
our mouths instead of our legs.