The story going around town
is that you're trouble.
And for twice, the gossipmongers
in their church dresses are right
because they say I'm trouble too

among other things.
There's a good chance I'll put you
into a diabetic coma to accompany
the bitter taste I'm
satisfaction guaranteed to leave.
Old coffee and too much real sugar.

You make me want to write a poem
while you're planning yours
and daring me to kiss you
and this is it.
And this is it.

I don't fake smiles
but if you think I'm smiling for
some other reason then that is
your own fault
among other things.

When I smile as you tell me
my dimples mean I'm kissed by angels
it's only because I think I'd rather have them
leave scratch marks down my back
like my half dozen friends after you.

Here you're looking a foot up at me
with lust and fury.
I'd stick my tongue to a flagpole on a dare
but sugar I won't stick it to you.

12/05/2007

Posted on 12/05/2007
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