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.
I wish you hadn’t come
With your excuses
And oh, that you didn’t smile so.