Sleepovers in Cinemascope

[billy]

hi apple
not much in the way of constructive feedback.

maybe put the quoted parts on their own lines. the narrative is well done
and it's lacking in cliche maybe the 1st two simile's could be better worded though they do their job adequately. i like the way the poem began though think you could have carried the moment by splitting the line
"We're friends, right?"

Your hands find their place on my waist,

thanks for the read,

Sleepovers in Cinemascope


"We're friends, right?" Your hands find their place on my waist,
hiding in my t-shirt the way puppies hide in the ballooning sheets of a made bed.
"Best friends?" Your mouth lays on my skin like wrapping paper
litters the floor of a christmas morning. Christmas
The overture for Spartacus bellows in the next room
to empty seats and full cups of coffee that have since gone cold.
We were fools for thinking we could actually watch a three hour movie
before ending up on the floor, black jeans balled up in the corner,
bruises on bruises and tattoos on tattoos.
You press a warm dry palm against the compass rose on my back
and trace every direction from my ribs to my tailbone.
"This one's my favorite", you whisper into the well of my collar
as the wasps fly away and die against the window.
Your medical tag falls out of your shirt and lays a cold kiss on my neck.
I faintly hear Spartacus through the walls, being sold into slavery.