i am kisses under a bright moon to you
smiling lips and swinging hips
i am not me, i am not i, i am she
the girl with almond eyes
and long fingers
my name is often confused on your tongue
we together are are not we;
we are he and she
the girl that loves the boy
that doesnt love her back
and so the story goes
he and she together as always
one sided passion in shared kisses
one sided longing and stares
not being religious,
i pray for you every night
you are not religious
so you simply sleep at night
we go on long stoned walks
through leaves and trees and autumn
i always hope you'll say you love me
but you never do