i see that smirk
spreading on your lips
and i'm staring at you
with a similar smirk
as i tell you that
you know nothing.
you "own" nothing.
your smirk was triumphant when you told me
you had seen her naked
and you thought you were right
because you had taken her clothes off.
now i am watching as your smirk falls
when i ask you about her passions
what makes her dream?
better yet tell me what breaks her heart
and makes her cry
tell me a story of her that you aren't in.
and now your smirk is gone
because i've reminded you that
you may have seen her skin
and touched her body
but you still only know as much about her
as you know about a book you found once
but never got around to reading.