Were I to take a lover
truly, take a lover
Were it my place to have a lover
I mean
another lover
Were I to have two lovers
really, two different lovers
Were it my place to have two lovers
Again,
I'd choose you
Why me?
Why would you choose *me*?
You could have anyone; everyone in the world
as your lover.
No, not everyone. Not anyone.
Neil Gaiman, you see, is taken.
No, I'd choose you.
Why?
Well, because, you see ...
I say, it's like this.
I could fall forever
in your eyes. I could, I say
lose myself in your laugh.
It's trite, I know.
My eyes?
You'd take me as your other lover
because I bat my eyelashes?
Um, I say. Well, you have
a very nice bum also.
truly, take a lover
Were it my place to have a lover
I mean
another lover
Were I to have two lovers
really, two different lovers
Were it my place to have two lovers
Again,
I'd choose you
Why me?
Why would you choose *me*?
You could have anyone; everyone in the world
as your lover.
No, not everyone. Not anyone.
Neil Gaiman, you see, is taken.
No, I'd choose you.
Why?
Well, because, you see ...
I say, it's like this.
I could fall forever
in your eyes. I could, I say
lose myself in your laugh.
It's trite, I know.
My eyes?
You'd take me as your other lover
because I bat my eyelashes?
Um, I say. Well, you have
a very nice bum also.
Labels: Odd day, poems, the goggles they do nothing
3 Comments:
Aww, you shouldn't have.
i don't know if i'm in a position to take another lover...
but if i could, it might be you.
after we had coffee, or something.
If I am not looking at
you
it's because I'm afraid that someday
you will bat your eyelashes at
me
I am afraid
that the warmth of your soul
would burn me
that the smiles you share
would disappear
that your ability to care
would no longer include
me
I am afraid
that you would find your way out
of my eyes
that what was once amusing
would become stale
that you would see past the facade
and truly see
me
I am afraid
that I would say yes
if I saw you bat your eyelashes at
me
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