when we got serious,
when i'd go over to her house
on the weekends,
she'd stand in her kitchen,
lipstick on,
wearing something sexy,
an apron, at the stove,
she'd wink, and say
as i came in and sat down.
why aren't you kissing me?
and so i'd get up, put my arms
around her and we'd kiss
and kiss until the smoke
alarm went off. later that night
we'd fall asleep in each other's
arms after making passionate
love in her bed.
several months later
we got married.
but within a few weeks, she'd
say why are you touching me.
you've become so clingy.
i'm sleeping in the other
room tonight.
how things change.
how things change.
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