Lent

Your mouth says one thing,
Your body says, "get bent."
You smile, but your eyes don't see me,
So I gave you up for lent.

Write you the poet's proxy
For waving my arms in the air,
Or just look at your new picture,
Say something about your hair?

My heart says "now!"
My brain says "don't."
I swore I wouldn't,
So I won't.