3:49 am / Friday, May. 16, 2008
There we sit
such beautiful hypocrites
and my mouth answers "no." to your "YES!"
Such sweet words floating
from your mouth to mine
as I bite the first layer from my lips.
we hiss and spit
and divide into the waiting gap,
with a slap in the face
love with lust,
passion with trust,
and our fears with those of you.
do our bodies not fit?
our bodies yearn for it?
The night is as young as we--
and the warmth of your breath intoxicates me.
But it's not our secret--
not for us to keep
just the moments we share,
the spaces between our jumbled hair
as thin as the line we're walking.