I pull your face up to mine so we can kiss again.
Your mouth mirrors the eagerness of mine.
“Do it,” I plea. “I want you to.”
You press against me, rubbing against the outside until my pleas for mercy are reduced to faint moans.
And when you finally give in my moans are no longer for mercy,
but as a demonstration of my gratitude.

“I’m nervous,” I say because I am.
“Me too.”
“We should just do it.”
“Wait,” you say, holding up a finger as you stare at your watch.
“For what?” I ask, not sure whether to take your response as an acceptance or refusal.
A moment later you point at the face of your watch.
12:00
“Midnight,” you say.

I want you.
I’m thinking it, but don’t say it this time.
I’m sure you can tell from the way I’m watching you from over the rim of my wine glass.
We’re sitting in my bed, murdering a bottle of summer red.
I’m tired, but not quite ready to sleep.
“Let’s build a fort,” I suggest.

why do you even like me?
4,432 miles away
and you still find a way to make me
nervous.
I calculate my words
and find that they are lacking.

Our romance is long division.
Did I forget to carry the one?

what is it about me?
Is it the way my hair frizzes when it's wet?
or the fact that my teeth are still slightly crooked despite my having had braces?

No.
Surely it's my flirting.
And how my attempts at **** come off pathetic.
I'm sure you find it endearing.

I didn't notice that face,
the one I make when I'm concentrating -
until you mentioned it.

a bit of me is bothered,
bothered that you notice my embarrassing habits.
but another bit,
and a more prominent one -
is flattered.
flattered that you're watching me so closely
that you can see things
that I haven't noticed for 19 years.

your eyes
plus my eyes.

that's why.

if nothing else,
curiosity.
curiosity about what our math equations equal.

but let's wait until we're old.
and by old I mean 25.

I'm so                       tired.
Sleep beckons.


Come hither.

but I refuse to succumb
before I'm ready.

My shoulders ache
my eyes burn.


I can help.
Let me fix you.
You need me.


How can I refuse?

Hi.
Hi.
I can be more interesting.
talking
about
nothing
in
particular.

Bye.
No
Conv­ince me to stay.
My feet are cold.
I'll warm them with mine.
My hands are cold.
Put them in my shirt.
*As long as you return the favor.