the previous haiku didn't cover everything

by Nik

Here we are again on the couch
My feet
Shoes still on, rubber clumping on your wooden table
Feet up head back

Your hand caresses my arm
Your ear pressed against my chest
How many times must I think
This is tearing at my dignity

Once again
You’re hearing my thoughts
Measured like an EKG
This isn’t the ICU baby
So back the fuck off