i adore it
the way you grab me
by my chin
start an entanglement
you want to prolong
like forever

i adore you
but i do not 'like' you
i'm merely attached to
your arms
your wandering palms
your lips, and
the melting *** of cigarette smoke
with your natural scent

so tell me, tell me about
all the girls you've been with
are they fun, do they whine
have they seen your daze
after a long bottle of wine
can they swim, shall they cling
will they stroke your hair
when you are grim

then i will tell you about
your friend i like
he is cute, he pursues
but all i am haunted by
is your torn suit

they told me that mystery is a virtue
that it intrigues and prevails over
dullness in the soul itself
i sigh into the fumes of my cup
caress a petal on the withering china
say, oh well i'm an open book
and an open book can't be closed

because you were young i didn't care
i grabbed your face, showed your place
i could have grabbed your stray tongue too
i ruffled your hair, patted your back as the
vices ran loose from your soul, and with words
promised only what an older sister could
but in the midst of the night you were the body
i found myself weaved around with
until like-minded fellows sit by me in the ride
speaking, and really speaking