Were I to take a lover
truly, take a lover
Were it my place to have a lover
I mean
another lover
Were I to have two lovers
really, two different lovers
Were it my place to have two lovers
Again,
I’d choose you
Why me?
Why would you choose *me*?
You could have anyone; everyone in the world
as your lover.
No, not everyone. Not anyone.
Neil Gaiman, you see, is taken.
No, I’d choose you.
Why?
Well, because, you see …
I say, it’s like this.
I could fall forever
in your eyes. I could, I say
lose myself in your laugh.
It’s trite, I know.
My eyes?
You’d take me as your other lover
because I bat my eyelashes?
Um, I say. Well, you have
a very nice bum also.
i make squee noises when you tell me stuff.