i forget the right things
sometimes it is more than enough
perhaps to try and not remember

it is more painful the small glances
and the smiley faces
not necessarily the sun through your hair
nor the hint of mint from your eyes

or maybe i just don't find the pretenses
and the suggested curl of those lips
i just want a hearty laugh
and a lusty appetite for honesty

and can there beso me truth to your slurs
such that i don't want to run any more
i don't want to tell you my truth, my felt
b ut ido need you to know my heart-

tears longing and listfulness
reaching and the touching
the drowning and the swallowing
of you