Kisses as sweet as cupcakes,
the ones you placed upon his lips
instead of me, in front of me, in spite of me,
spare me the details, the data, the minutiae
of your upscale escapade, are you good in bed?
Don’t know, don’t care, not sure, confused,
defused like a bomb, my love, a worn glove,
discarded, faded, jaded, still I feel
my heart’s burning, stomach turning,
and you’re smiling, he’s winning
instead of me, in front of me, in spite of me.