A smile and a wave,
Do I know you?
I can see you slither, but I can't see you slip.
Not yet.

Invitation for others,
Assumptions for you.
See you there?
I really [don't] want you to come.

Why didn't you say it straight?
A drooling dog.
A rabid animal.
Seminal leech.
Aphrodisiac tic.

He'll keep away from the stuff,
Watching almost-innocents drain it.
Watching it hit.
Drooling.
Spewing.

Contemplation of locked doors
And cleaning products.

We could scrub and scrub his conscience,
But the stain is a part of him.

It's getting late, or early.
Only he can tell.
Push, lock, slide in the digits.

She cares. She writhes.
And the skin meets the stain.
Whimper and push -
Open lock.
Downstairs.

She approaches, unclean.
Unsober. Unsure.

This tic is a tough one to remove.
Grab the not-so-empty threats,
Grab the footwear.
Get the fuck out.

"Oh, but it's one in the morning."

Oh, but you can walk.
Oh, but you can catch a cab.
Oh, but you have no money.

Get the fuck out.

The leech has left the building,
I hate to say I told you so.