what do you call the woman who crawls into the kiss
of the man who is still so much like a boy?
this one offers his neck,
his shy hips,
what to make of the woman who shudders
under the sweep of his tongue, who whispers, it’s okay,
let me do this for you,
an act of kindness,
a benefaction of sorts,
he says waiting until marriage,
what do you make of a woman who scoffs at marriage,
at the man who is still so much like a boy
that he offers his neck again,
he says, but this—i like it, do it more,
and he doesn’t give anything in return,
what do you make of the woman who appeases him anyway?