BUTTERCUP

Buttercup


You love me, you love me not -
You love me - I could tell
by the color of your skin, when
you kissed the buttercup, and
your lips moistened by your
tongue.

You held the buttercup
with two fingers,
twirled it back and forth,
side to side - ever so slowly.
You never spoke to me
you stared into my eyes
as if you could
read them.

You smiled at me, then pursed
your lips, blew a bit of air in
my direction as petals flew
gently touching my chin.
Squirming, knowing not how
long I could take - stillness.

My own lips moist.
My body aches
to be the buttercup
you once held.