Strangers

And then I would tell you my name was Jane and you wouldn't believe it.

And then your eyes would sparkle with desire and the feeling of bittersweet rejection would drive you mad.

And then I would act cold and distant so you wouldn't know how badly I wanted you.

And I would be a stranger driving another stranger mad, and you would be the stranger who would pay to be with me tonight, a stranger.

Could we be in love, for real? We are strangers.