you say, "my god"I like you best when you are breathlessyou say, "my god"5 years ago in Free Verse
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--I find you are most honest then.
I think it has to do with lung capacity,
and how you can't get enough air when
you're gasping like that. Just as it takes
more muscles to frown than to smile,
maybe it takes more oxygen to tell a lie.
So, I make a list of ways
to keep you honest.
I decide the best solution is
to let you pick up smoking again.
You don't suspect a thing. You've
missed nicotine like a war veteran
misses the certainty of death.
After the first puff, you say, "My god,
I've been having wet dreams about this."
By the eighth drag, you are wheezing
and telling me that
sometimes you like it when you make me
cry during sex: my eyes as I weep
remind you of a girl you once loved
back home. It makes me want to
suck the smoke back out of your lungs,
but if I did, I would have to admit to you that
my daddy never told me not to sell my body
to a stranger on a park bench; and that
the blood you found on your fingers and
between my legs was not fr