she likes compliments.
you don't say them -
but you act them out with every kiss and
every one of those
i-could-use-a-girl-like-you smiles.
like some desperate graveyard moth
to a bare light bulb
you love to crash into her.
if you don't mind my request,
could i have a yes or a no?
if i can't have all of you,
could i atleast have some part?
don't kiss me with that mouth,
i know where it's been.

11/22/2003

Author's Note: (this was originally posted as "stirring silently", but that was a mistake.)

Posted on 11/22/2003
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