Curled Lips

Oh, you wouldn’t smile so

If it were flowers I brought

Instead of poetry.

You wouldn’t sneak away like that

If it were candy instead of words.

You might lay you head down softly

If it were wine I gave you.

You wouldn’t be so devilish.

 

This morning I thought of

Letting my loose pentameters

Slide down your backbone.

I pondered pressing

The curves of your stomach with lymric

And quietly easing down over you

With whispered metaphor.

Not this.

I wish you hadn’t come

With your excuses

And oh, that you didn’t smile so.