no matter how much time passes

love is in the kitchen

cooking a new meal

adding the same ingredients

while you watch my hips

move up and down

this track of life

no more poems

are for me

they have always been

about you and your lies

while your family goes to dinner

your wife throws you a surprise party

buys you your favorite cologne

and you only want to change my mind

with more lies about my beauty and heritage

I will never get over you

or under you

I’m merely another number

while you are the only one.

I won’t believe anything

from your lips.

I will recreate the kiss

in my head, in my bed.