I am a plethora of epithets
an unending stream of furtive fumblings in the dark
a quick hello and constant goodbyes.
I come and go
Pleasing is what i do
ending with a comma until i return
with the unspoken promise that i will.
I am never there for long, aren't i sweet?
i know you find me charming
ex-isting only when i'm gone
en-joying the empty silence
when i'm not around to prove you wrong.
A kiss of implied love
not best lost
I stop and linger on your tongue
a cold cut to your mouth when i can
because i can
I am
I am
I am.