Are We Done Fighting Yet?

She tells everyone she likes to spend the night
snuggled under the covers alone.
I don’t believe that, and neither should you.
She’s honest only when her lips aren’t moving.
She’s cute only when my eyes are closed,
and we’re connected at the lips.
I’d comment on her goddess-like curves,
but it’d only blow up her head,
and then I wouldn’t be here to watch her beg to return
and rob me of a goodnight kiss.
I relish her desperation as she phones home
to a call that I disconnected.

(© 2022 AC)

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