How old are you really?

I like your smile,
I like your hair,
I like you here.

I don’t like that joke you made
in combination with your
pretentious suit.

I didn’t know
that suit was pretentious
until you made that joke.

Well I can tell that you like
being here too,

and that you don’t like
all the rings I wear on my hands.

I wear them because
I don’t like the way my fingers look.

They wouldn’t look good
on your pretentious suit, either.

So we can continue to glare
at each other’s distracting apparel

or we can smile politely,
unfocus our eyes slightly
and part ways.

Or you can hold
my bejeweled hand
and unbejewel it,

I’ll grab your tie
and untie it,

Let’s
come of age
together,

Let’s
take the stairs instead.