"like we used to say"

you stood up and
undressed yourself
laid your jeans on the
carpet, even slipped
out of your boyshorts,
my favorite. this time,
you didn't ask
for forgiveness.
your body was
an apology and
your flesh: regret
and you crawled
back to me
naked in my bed
into my arms and
into my heart and
into my head.
and
I want to feel your
imperfections
inside and out again
"forever,"
like we used to say.