There’s this girl
that I’m friends with
and we go out sometimes
and get drinks from
time-to-time.
Nothing serious.

We play this game
of chicken.

I ring her up
and ask her if she wants
to go on a date
and she says that
she can’t talk right now
or her boyfriend will hear her.
I say that I’ll see her at 8.

I bring her flowers
and she tells me
that I’ve not put enough
kisses on the card.

I buy her a drink and
she takes  a sips on mine from the
same side I was drinking.

We talk
and twist and weave
ourselves to the point where
we’re not sure if we’re
lying, finally telling the truth
or just plain ******* about.

She looks at me, sighs,
and says, ‘we should stop this,’
and I ask, ‘what?
This date?’
She stares at me
until I ask
‘this is a date, right?
We are having an affair, right?’
She holds my hand,
leans into me and says,
‘affair sure is a complicated word for ***’,
and leans even closer.

I blush before I can stop myself,
and she gets even closer,
wide open eyes and smirking at me
getting all red.

Then I kiss her.