''I admire love in others''

A woman told me once.
''
Yet it is not for me,
It is icky, sickness provoking, unsanitary and as always,
mind numbingly dumb.''

I tried to kiss her then, but she pulled away,
talking.
''
Love is for the rich, who can
at least disguise awkwardness with style.''
So she said with a dreamy look in her eyes.
I sighed and pulled on my shirt.

,Don't go,'' She said, ''There is a world of comfort here''
of relaxation and companionship,
share it with me.''
My jeans came next, socks and shoes after,
I tied and tied.

,She looked at me, silent. No emotion twisting her lips
those lips I could draw perfectly with a little paint on my
tongue, creating a faint memory of touch and pressure, of
that secret, darker world existing only in our mouths, only
in the most fleeting of presents, only in that midsection
between sensation and perception.
.And perhaps, only in my mind