I was attracted to your confident
ignorance, your muscled chest. Three months
and twelve days made you wiser,
Your mother and cousin made you adored.
I turned blind eyes when you wrote poems for other girls
and smoked too much, turned predator
when you’d pass out but I learned it from you.
I remember lights off and infomercials, sleeping
against you - you smelled of toothpaste
and I wanted to kiss you. Instead
there was no tenderness.
Your lust was carnal and you took
what you could get,
but then
so did I.

ironically cynical
makes me think of the Paul Simon song "Tenderness"

(((myanimalc)))

Thanks (((H)))