'did you miss me?' she asks
as her hands slowly coax their way up to his shoulders
his ringlets of darkened hair gleam in the light
biting his soft pink tongue
(that he had used just the night before to kiss the other),
he doesn't know what to say
(and she knows now, and she doesn't know what to say)
and he can see it on her face as a shadow casts over her moonlit skin
his hands slowly coax their way up to her shoulders
as his fingers bend and lightly flick her away
and with a cold dagger on his tongue, he responds,
'no.'