honey

well, it's true that you make me shake
when you look my way,
and maybe i swoon
when you brush me on the arm.

and when your honeyed voice
condescends to speak my name,
it's possible that my heart
sometimes stops, just for a second.

but i'm not entirely convinced that it's
your sincere concern for my health
that's preventing you
from kissing me on the lips.

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A/N: For J., who will (of course) never read it.