If You Came Home to Me and Him Waiting

Written for you, D. For the next time you read this alone.

You’d open the door and see us both sitting there.
I wouldn’t say much. Just a quiet, “Go get changed.”
You’d come back in your shorts, your top, hair down.
We’d both look at you the same way — like we already knew what was going to happen.
I’d tell you to sit between us. You’d feel our knees against your legs, our eyes on you.
I’d tell him to touch your thigh while I kissed your shoulder.
And I’d watch you realise you’d been brought home to both of us.