She wants

grit of silt and sand
skin on skin, smell
real time, taste, touch
messy dishes, an unmade bed.

imperfect, mundane
another workday, a lawn to mow
a porch to sweep.

the silk of silence
sex in a simple caress
a sigh.

nakedness of being seen,
plain, flawed,
common, dangerous.

She’s had enough
ephemeral affection
tentative attention
flimsy love.

She’s bored
by bravado and cheapspeak:
It is what it is
Agree to disagree
Gotta take what you can get
Let’s just leave it there.