What Was I Thinking
by Casey Jespon
© 2001
I love the way you rub the lint out of your hair
I love the inexplicable squeak in your modest laugh
I marvel at your oversized thumbs
My thumbs are but iron pyrite by comparison
If ever a chair should collapse
I'm happy knowing that the last thing it saw
Was your overstuffed rump
A rump that sings with passionate hunger
I love you like cheesecake
The first few bites are ecstacy
The last few bites are the morning after
I am proud to make you a cup of decaf on the morning after
After I finish my cafe mocaccino
But afterwards there is you
With your beautious gunky eyes and your swell lips
I love you never shave your legs
I love you like your expired spray-on deoderant
I belch sonnets that can't hope to impress you
You're to smart for my inverse quadratic equations
And I love your Ph.D
It's almost as good as a real one
I hope one day to hear you read the Wall Street Journal
To our paper-bag-covered children
And that they will grow up to make more money than you
So hold my tight before you wash the cake frosting off your fingers
I know you can wash out my shirt later on
There is always a later on
And later on I will love you
Almost as much as I love you today
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