Poem

"that's the sexiest thing
anyone has ever said to me,"
she said
after I told her
she never has to apologize to me. 

"he might not make you cry,
but does he make you laugh?"
I ask. 

she's the queen 
of rompers
and sadness,
and I am her for-the-time-being,
and she may be my forever
or never. 

"depends on the moon,"
she says,
and then bites my neck.