Here we are again; standing in the awkward stage
of toast & sex for breakfast.
I never should have answered the phone. I knew that this morning
you would leave like this. My mouth is arid; & if I speak
the butterflies threaten to flutter. This room is spinning.
As you saunter away, with a wink & skip in your step, I wanna shout...
Here I am!
Naked & open before you; in more ways than skin. It wouldn't matter.
So I let you walk out the door, one more time; tell myself
that one day you will love me back.
This time I won't pretend that I saw a flicker of something in your eye;
we are too jaded to shine.


this is so good, I love it..and have been here many, many times..
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