Graphic by Shay Suban
You’re not the girl of my dreams.
You’re the girl of my just-before-falling-asleep,
the girl of my trying thoughts on for size,
the girl of my fingers resting carefully at the top of my leg
and thinking about where else I could place my hands,
when I’m sucking on a spoonful of honey
and pondering the way things taste,
the girl when my eyes just won’t close
and when my breathing can’t slow
and my heart—no,
but you’re the girl of my shoulders shifting lonely and cold
and my cheek pushing into the pillow
and me tossing and turning and spinning
artful lies for you.