I went to the track todaynot because we used to go togetherbut because I had timeand they say it’s good for me.
I met you with my toesWe conversed up to my anklesWading furtherUp to my knees in anticipationNot saying we should…
Clasping my hands in uncertainty,
I protest in prayer to
Flannel jacket, jeans, complementing
brown bedhead. Every time
a twisted “I do,”he wanted her still, until he disappearedmorning sang with thoughtsforgotten
She found you.
Of course she found you.
I lounge on your keyboard
Seductive