She kisses me
with her eyes.
I contain a smile,
holding back
the lines
so easily blurred
by passion.
She walked away
on both legs.
I was not sad
until I realized
I was alone
and the paper held
little comfort.
She sometimes
looks at me,
and I drift
between desire
and guilt.
Facing the walls
so easily painted
with warning signs
and messy poems.
She smiles in the light
and tells me to hold her
while we are apart.