kissing therapy

for all the men she ever

i exposed him to american institutions
and peanut butter and fluff sandwiches

but even then i could not refuse
his gesture of province and gentleman's swagger

to make up for the misplaced sugar cubes
in his cafe con leche - my obvious act of betrayal

we engage in the act of love poetry
and stencil drawings of birds eating road kill

he calls it committing crimes of passion
i call it therapeutic, but then, i'm the obvious one