Darcy Fallon


The L Word

Itís a pretty, dirty word.


Donít say it to me.

I never said it to you.


Desperation engraved

on your colorless face clashes

with the smug look on mine


Your blatant need smothers me.


The beseeching anticipation in your




your brow, rippled

with expectation.


I donít care.


Iíll thwap you

on the nose like

an overeager dogó

panting, crawling,

craving my lap.


Iíll take my space.


I can never say that L word,

so Iíll use my favorite . . .