gigondas

all lipstick stained and cheaply appraised

ain't it funny
how
we mock
what we want?

this one
with piercing hips
and lips that smack
my own,

to everyone else,
I mock her

while every night
we do not end alone.



then
knowing
touch and go,

no promises,
no surprises
assured,

the moment
matters,
shatters expectations.

truth
be told,

I want her
to grab hold
and

ride me home.