Week 3

Been debating a "Trouble with Boys" collection.

I love the way my name sounded in his mouth.
He made it magical,
or at least his accent did.
He would say it just to hear me gasp
and so he could cover my mouth with his.

I had joked with him before that night
about how I must have been a Celt
in an alternate life,
and he agreed with me.
"No one can have that much melancholy and wit
and not have some Celt in them."

The first time I had him in my bed,
I was a bit surprised;
his face was not what I wanted it to be.
But in the dark as we lay,
eyes closed,
he reached out and whispered my name,
and I could pretend that it was all okay.