My heart aches for your simplicity.
Your kiss on my cheek.
Absent.
It's only been a week.

Is this what it's like
to be dependable?
Depending on your
words and lips.

love is a nuisance.
Love is a new stance.
Love is your black pants.
They are old and worn out.
They fit your legs like a glove.

The garbage can
will never see our love.
The garbage can
is recreation.

Your filthy mouth,
the night we almost
had a three sum
with the black boy
down the street.

I am so glad,
it was only us between
your sheets.

you are a book,
even I would like to read.