The Grass Ain't Greener

“The grass ain’t greener”
I don’t care,
I long to venture
Over there.
 
To where the grass looks long
And lush,
Don’t try and stop me
Oh please; just hush.
 
Our garden here is nice
But bare,
The flowers in theirs are bright
And rare.
 
One day I see him standing
In the garden; he’s alone,
I strut slowly then lean over the fence
And “Oops!” I drop my phone.
 
He picks it up and hands it
Flashing me that charming smile,
I bat my lashes and turn to leave
He says “wait, stay a while”
 
I hear her roses snarl and hiss
But I don’t give a damn,
These blood red petals and wicked thorns
Won’t keep me from this man.
 
We laugh and joke and conversate
Our clumsy hands brushing skin,
Don’t be mad at me for this
I dropped my phone; the rest was him.
 
I’m ever so calculated in my ways
I had it all planned out,
A simple slip  between tongue and lip
Left his love for you in doubt.
 
Once upon a time I would’ve felt bad
But now what can I do?
Why should rich soil be kept from me
But given so easily to you.
 
We kiss and caress and he lowers me down
Gently; as though I were glass,
And I smile to myself between his tongue and mouth
While I think “how gorgeously green is this grass!”