Sound Tracking

Laying in your bed, listening to

The music playing in my head

I think of how long it's been

Since I did this & I think of you

Once again...

& I picture your face
I love how your nose is all over the place
Awry to the right

Then I sense that familiar smell:
Testosterone & dirt
Just mixed in the perfect way.

Then, there's the dark, always soft
&, sometimes, oily hair 

It drives me insane
I must say

The music stopped when you walked in
Those thoughts turned to blur
As you smiled at me
All in all
In the very end
You're just a friend.