Why do you argue with me,
when I tell you how beautiful you are?
Why do you roll your eyes and say,
“No, I’m not.”
as if I have no idea
what I see with my own heart?
You turn the stereo up
so loud a deaf kid could dance to it,
miming the lyrics with a provocative sneer on your lips
dancing like there is nothing else in the world
but you and the music.
The curl above your forehead,
bobs like the top-knot of a quail on the run,
your eyes are smoky and sparkle at the same time.
You can deny it all you want to,
but you had better believe
I know what I am talking about when I say:
You are just as cute
as a bug’s ass.”