I love you for all the wrong reasons

Like - the satin whispers of a velvet night
The caramel blush of your skin against mine
Your sighs, the heat, the lipstick stains on your
shirt.

I love you for all the words you keep from me
your honeyed lies and that smile of yours that
stops halfway to your eyes.

And I love you when you are not here
but your warmth lingers
I am content enough with the memories of your body
phantom touches and a poignant climax.

I love you for the sharpness of your actions,
the quicksilver pain that accompanies your casual
dismissal of the time you and I accrue together.

But I love you the most when you say goodbye
claiming, every time, that this is it. This is the end;
when, perhaps, you know better than me

that you will sing this song again.