Don't Mention It

Here we are in this room, surrounded

By posters of scantily clad women

And the smell of old drugs.

I'm on your couch and your hands

Are on me, exploring and feeling.

Only minutes ago you whispered,

"Someone is dying for me to kiss them."

"Not, me," I objected, hoping I hadn't

Given myself away.

"You're a bad liar," you countered.

"No, I'm not; I'm a terrible one," I corrected,

"Now, how are we going to fix that?"

Silly question indeed, because you knew

Just how to fix it and satisfy our desires.

It's funny that we are merely strangers

Because our bodies seem to behave as friends.

Although, I know that you consider me as

Nothing

More than a possible, pleading, hopeful, one-night stand.

Discarded clothes leave me feeling over-dressed

In this under-dressed world I am no more

Accustomed to than Innocence.

You lead me into temptation and deliver me lies

Of how badly you want me.

But you don't tell me you love me and

I think to myself, what a horrible world.

This is happening, really happening,

With me and you,

But there is no white dress, no black tie,

In fact there's no denying it at all-

It was never meant to go this far

And perhaps it never will.

Please, Joan, just walk away

From this walk-away Joe.

Don't settle for a let-down.

Don't let him lay you down

On this bed of broken dreams

And crinkled sheets from the last girl

In your position.

I don't envy your decision.

But before he comes

In to you

You really should

Walk

Out.