So maybe I lied,
just a little,
when I said I'd give anything.
But, I was tempted by your dimples
and no one ever reminds a boy
that a single night wont last forever.

Later,
after morning breath
and a song.

I really could spend all day
drinking orange juice
from the bowl of your back.
Intertwined so completely
I'd need a map to tell
where my leg ends or your arm begins.

But, there's Anton St.
and plans I made almost a month ago
with another lover.