My Pet

Smiling seductively at you again,

How can you know even when you’re miles and miles away?

We’re just on the phone and you’re pretending to hide,

Laughing gently at every little joke I make.

I’m pathetically young, babe, I know..

Deny it as much as you’d like, I know the truth,

Or I think I do, I believe I do, do I ?

Making small jokes and calling you old,

I love the passion with which you warn me you’re not…

It doesn’t matter now does it?

I noticed myself looking for clothes for you…

Clothes I might wear in a universe where you’re here…

Falling asleep ‘in your arms’ but Arizona is far…

-sigh- Darling pet, I adore…

And the black leather boots I would only wear for you,

My pet.