(smelling like) sweet sucralose [lauren's prompt, modified.]

here are some pillows for your head,
i said, do you want to be alone?
said you want to be

outside the moon,
the clouds roll by,
and the eyes roll back

here the pillows,
here my pillows,
soft like

distant howls
of the wolves,
and men,

the wind is
shunned
by the windows.

this is just
for fun
and

with one arm sliding
down and across,
tracing

the pathways
of a sunday
puzzle

the blank that follows
  this is what you would say
to an ex-significant other

and he kisses me
  right here
on my left cheek

while i think
  do i dare give him
the right one too?

then his hands, 
his hands
howling in the distance...

the wind sneaks in,
the window is broken.