Infrared

How can nothing ever mean something?

It goes from white to grey so fast

A new pool on a strange mattress

Helps me catch up with my past

Pass me something to wipe with

We're so easy to please

Do you worry that it's loaded?

Laced with a million littles me's

So are you up for the hat-trick

Or are you down for a rest?

Is the whitest light between our legs

Or hidden in my chest?

And if they see us on the stairs

Or if they catch us on the sink

Move quickly and brush it off

With a giggle and a wink

At least we know we're fuckable

At least we're sated and we're tired

At least the bedroom stinks

And we know we're desired