pray, what gives me away?

a sunny afternoon warm

you lie in the crook of my arm

brown curls all over my face

these lazy summer days

with no one around

they seem to make you bolder

your head on my shoulder

staring in to my eyes

your inadvertent lies

couched in your coquetry

are good for the poetry

and so i let you flirt

coz though i know it’ll hurt

the pain won’t linger

playfully biting my fingers

licking my ears

finding again my lips

don’t spoil me like this

when you don’t even love me

you don’t even love me

you don’t

but i relish your fervent lies

and lie back with half-shut eyes

it’s nice to give in sometimes, and well

the sun is nice and warm and you smell

of mud dry and dusty

just before the rain

and oh lovely pain

you come with such bliss

but i realize too that maybe

i’m getting too old for this

all this mindless torment

the heartache you foment

and then imagine for a moment

if any of this you actually meant

and i think, maybe

it’s time i got a cat instead

since cats are forever indifferent