About That Friend…

My husband thinks I like him,
but he’s wrong.

For I do not feel anything
when our knees touch
as he reaches out
to show me something,

but I smile.

My heart does not beat quick
when he exclaims his latest ventures
and blurts out ideas
spilling through his head,

but I encourage.

I do not long to touch him
when we whisper deviously
about who we’d cut
and who we’d keep,

but I enjoy it.

My husband sees sparks
in my eyes when he talks
and how I always pay attention; Yes,
I always look up.

But my husband is dead wrong.
I don’t like him.

I love him.