Ear Lobes

Don't hold their ears lobes,

And play with them?

Like you play with mine?

How does it feel when you do?

A pinch-full of flesh between you fingers.

Strangers have the element of surprise,

The lover is boring.

The lover is predictable.

The lover knows almost nothing about love.

Almost, because he knows only the pain.

Who makes the first move, I wonder,

The first move to go away once the flesh is spent.

I bet it is you!

That's the solace you owe me.

Though we owe nothing to each other anymore.

The man across the street looks at me,

His piercing eyes ask me so many questions,

Almost blaming me for everything.

These eyes of strange men is the reason you are here tonight.

The eyes that look at you with lust,

These eyes make me nervous.

And, they follow me everywhere.

I will hug you,

Maybe one last time.

I know I beat them all at that,

I beat them at giving you this one last hug.