you've changed

tell me I have
silky smooth skin,
like milk, she says,
lying in the sun
like a long
lithe cat, purring.
you have skin
like milk, you
tell her. but
that's not enough.
she wants more.
why don't you ever
tell me things
like that on
your own? I just said
you have skin like
milk, what else
do you want?
tell me about my
eyes. how beautiful
my hair is.
you have two
of them, you tell
her. nice, nice
eyes. your hair
is wonderful.
you used to
be so romantic,
she says, letting
out an exasperated
sigh. we just met
last night honey,
you tell her,
looking for
your shoes.
things were
different then.