Gingerly

as I recall in defiance,
I resent your love like shrimp cocktail.
I didn't have to kill u to find out
that the fact you merely taught me how
to kiss would prey on me. but I wouldn't
go back
over to you
and it's a shame like a slow dance when people see the make up coming
off;
a closeted memoir of the dark.
and it's a shame because I can kiss
now, I can quote you now,
and I can have you for an appetizer.