GIRLFRIENDS Poem by Luuk Gruwez

Sometimes I lie upon her bed,
with breasts stripped bare, an idiotic stare.
She has no clue how fully she is mine
once she has gone to someone else.
I fill her sweaters up with her
and in her panties and her bras
I sniff her most accomplished lovers:

we crowd together in her underwear.
Outside, snapdragons and lobelias,
but every hour that I wait for her
I leave the shutters closed. I bleed. I burn,
act midnight all day long.
I smoke her king-size cigarettes,
apply her lipstick to my lips

or smile her brilliant toothpaste smile.
Today's a stifling day in June.
I want her to catch me in the act,
want her sugar breath to brush my buttocks,
want her stilettos deep inside.
And want her to hit me at long last.
I'll feel all her girlfriends as she strikes.