over easy (v2)

[billy]

hi becca. after a couple of reads. i'd like to see a bit more delineation. i see the italics but i'm not sure how to read them. there are some good images within the poem so i don't think it would take much to make it clearer for me the reader. it could be me not functioning properly but i want to work for me because i did enjoy it in the main.

I once wrote a poem about fucking
 
I remember only pieces, but I’m fairly certain it was terrible
(the poem, that is, not the fucking)
           
the last lines said
 
I want
scrambled eggs for breakfast
now, now
 

all this to say–
the morning after
when you asked
 
how do you want your eggs?
 
I was thinking
of the chasm between your back and my breath
as I savored the scent of our sex
and you slept, a nice snippet and a good image
 
and of your talk of Nietzsche and his goddamned  is and needed?
relative truth – because, truly
what the fuck am I
relative to you
anyway? i like this stanza. i like the line breaks and it captures that wtf moment. i also like how it's disjointed from the previous stanza yet follows on really well.
 
and of the whistling squeal in your laugh again, is this and needed?
and whether (so I might relish rather than regret its inevitable absence)
I could come to loathe it.
 
over easy
 
I offered
more as a wish
than as a reply