secondhand smoking gun

can you hold very still
while I cover your face with saran wrap
and just not breath for a little bit, ok
you can be done soon
your face is glossed now
and your left eyelid is ajar
oh, look at you
with my pen in my hand
I draw you a soul-patch
and linger my lips in front
of yours, fogging your face
smelling plastic and sex
I also draw circles under your eyes
and then fall asleep on your chest
almost like an accident
the phone rang all night
my neighbor said in the morning
oh
oh that
why did I do that
why did I do that