i sit here on this bench with you
the smoke from the fog plummets the grass
and you ask me with those black eyes
if i've been the places you have.
you're all talk
i know it.
i've seen you sleep with the painted
hint of smile on your face
and as you wake to me,
breathtaking as you are
you seem so innocent.
you called me a woman today.
a beautiful woman.
no one has ever said that before
and it was something so casual for you
to show me everything inside of you
while learning everything inside of me.
you asked me why i had that
"pretty look on my face"
as i bit my lip down and converged
into a toothy grin so wide it almost hurt.
you do that to me.
you say your angry as you wrap your arms around me
you say you hate the world
as you kiss the top of my forehead.
you're all talk
i saw it in your black eyes
the truth of things that you despise.
i'll take you to some anger management
and teach you to be a pacifist
but you already are.
and as we sat in that circle
with your head on my lap
with reddening eyes and smoke rings
you asked me if i knew what it felt like to be happy
and i told you that it felt like this.
you smiled
"i thought so."
and you closed those black eyes
and there was comfort emitting from your lids.
"i thought so."

09/14/2003

Posted on 09/14/2003
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