The Germans made this lovely noun,
which we adopted into English
somewhere in the mid 19th century,
precisely so I could talk about you today
with the utter respect you deserve.
You have spoiled me these past years
with your tantalizing lips, your perfect
hair, and your illustrious body. Too long
have you called me your sun and stars
behind closed doors and through keyholes
only to remind me that when we walked,
we could never walk together. Not while he
paid your rent. Not while you needed him
to get through college. Life is expensive.
That’s what you told me on the mattress
between sweat sessions in the apartment
last Tuesday morning before classes. Yet
the only expense I suffer is your big smile
every time you see me down the hall,
trying my best not too look at him
standing with his hands on your hips.
You don’t even hesitate to reach up
and pluck a ripe, juicy kiss from him then,
just to make my day taste sour.
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