he walked into the room
with the american accent,
and the baritone voice
and the very vocal intent
of getting drunk

and you sit there,
in the kitchen,
while he pours himself
a drink

and you ask him about
where he is from.

-

you kiss him next to his lips,
the place where they
fold up against each other.

he calls you sweet, he says
he likes boys who are dirty.

-

you kiss his neck and bite
at his collarbone.

but you soon realize
everyone else
has kissed his lips
(and his tonsils)
but you.