"You're morbid," he told me,

one day when we were alone.

My looks tend to scare the shit

out of little boys who can't

seem figure out what they mean.

"You're winsome," I said back

and I guess that might have done

something to his mind with the

lines and twisted em all up

until they were all like my

shoelaces. "Do you really hold that?"

"Nah," he caressed my jaw.

"I just want a rise, so I

can take a fall." Kissing me.

Grasping at my shoulder

he strokes my bare body

all the way down, my curves

redefined in his torrid glow.

"Ah," I say, but it's more

of a sound. I watch his half

open eyes flicker on and

off my form, sometimes to

gaze right at my face. There was

a hypnotic aura about him,

something temptingly lethargic.

I should be more careful, but...

"Our time together... shall close

much too soon, but maybe we

can do it again one

day," he says and I want

to flip the fuck out, but he's

right. My Pine Tree is hardly

ever wrong. "Stay in my mind,

okay?" He asks, and I nod.

As he leaves, I admire him.

I am left, laying on the

bed, a little strung out.

A little frozen on the

inside. I wish this wasn't

so loose, maybe something

solider would do the trick.

"At least I get to keep him

company on school days and

long nights when he cannot sleep."

I sigh and dismiss the fancy.