Silk cuff links
and you look good
with a shave,
without a shave.
You just look good.
And your phone
is in Chinese.

When you kiss
you push your
tongue into
my mouth.
It's abrupt and
too much, but
you are French
and I am young
looking to be
filled up.

And when we walk
there is no dance.
At least no dance
that I've been taught.
But it's raining and
warm
with my hands
in your pockets.
So I will
breathe you in
in little
bursts.

But still,
I am too tall
to rest well
in the nook near
your shoulder.

You tell me you
want me and
I want to be wanted
by someone
who is looking for
a woman to want.

I will steal
selfishly
the words from
your mouth
until
emptiness
turns to
obscurity.
I will let you
buy me a beer
from the tap,
poured right
up to the top.
And it's all
you can give,
you can't give
me enough.