Lover

He said, “I thought you knew me better than that,’
And I responded, “I guess I don’t.”
So he sighed and kissed me on the lips
And let his thumb trace my eyelids to the hollow of my eyes,
Running palm down cheek, and he calmly chopped off his feet
And placed them in from of me.
“Here,” he said, “walk in these for awhile
Then maybe you will really get to know me.”