THE LOVER

With your chiseled mind

And intelligent face

Like a Dutch supermodel

You master your space

You’re taller than most

But you want to be small

Your middle class fears

Just don’t suit you at all

You dream of adventure

And want to do good

But you don’t quite want them

As much as you should

Your very wet humor

Leaks out through your eyes

But your mouth stays so sullen

And never tells lies

After short observation

And a swish of my hips

I decide that I want you

And you lick your lips

We talk in the summer

And kiss in the fall

By winter we know

It meant nothing at all