Yo' Mamma Said

But where does the fog go, at the day’s end?
To the moon, into space somewhere to fend
Off the depressingly mundane feelings I have for you.
I can’t stop stalking you
I need you, your breath, your life. “Suffocating.
And then I got to know you less.
What a gyp, when your original colors were so brilliant.
Now it looks like CRAP!
Crap more like ‘Oh Snap!’
Tha’s wha yo’ mamma said!
Your elbow. In bed.
My redness and at once yours
Until it was all over.
And I felt nothing new