would you?

if you knew the secret to my loving

would you stop and watch the show?

i could flick my hair with the back of my hand

and look sideways at you,

just like those eternally breathy girl-women

men find so attractive.

i could preen for you,

looking deeply into my reflection

on the window, straightening

a pleat or two on my dress,

knowing you’re watching.

i could pretend sophistication,

sighing into murakami as you watch tv.

i could melt languidly into the bed,

hair carefully lifted away from the spot

on my neck where you like to kiss,

but you pretend you don’t see.

and when you think I’m not looking,

would you reward me with your smile?

would you taste the confessions of love

from my mouth with your lips?

when i scramble to unentangle

from your curling long hair,

the meaning of the notes

you’re playing on the guitar,

would you hold me so i don’t fall

any harder than i have already

into this green jello ocean of love?