By Misti Velvet Rainwater
Date: 20 December 1999

Autistic Voyeur

my upstairs neighbors wake me up at five a.m. with their
bed creaking OH GOD!!! sex and I find myself sprawled
smack dab in the middle of Memory Lane
thinkin' back to what it was like with you
we weren't always connected
and you couldn't surf my wavelength
and I didn't laugh at your jokes
but the sex was always right on target
the sex was always some kind of yum
like Ben & Jerry's and just as messy
I would hold onto the bedposts on the headboard
and bang the headboard against the wall
and scream and say sweet true things
over & over again
urging you on
your naked squirming
yearning cheerleader
there was no sedate
to our sex
no blah
no bland
no Maybe Baby
just Y-E-S
like "Take it to the Limit" (one more time)
or "Sign Your Name" (across my heart)
or "Paint it Black" (no color anymore)
all I can think as I snuggle under the covers 
is Damn
if only
we had stayed in bed
24/7
we'd still be together...