It was late, but
not late enough for closing time,
And we were just
two young old people
with half too many
beers and the heat of cinnamon schnapps
fogging our decisions
as we sang too loudly to that Gotye song.
He leaned forward
in his chair, beaming grin, stubble on his chin,
and pressed his
leg way too hard into my thigh.
Game on,
my brows answered before my tongue.
And that’s when we
left the building.
For me to make a
play and
wrap myself around
him from behind.
For his breath to
hitch just before he turned
to unleash a trail
of kisses down my neck, and
strike a flame with
the match-head of his finger, burning
slowly along my
desire, down the valley between my breasts,
over the plains of
my belly, and finally smoldering inside me.
In a blink we had voyeurs;
a mommy-daddy date night,
gone terribly
right as some stick-figure bumper-stickered gold Suburban
paused mid-street
to enjoy a rarely-seen public mating ritual of the dark and urban jungle.
We proudly gave
them quite a show,
until he licked
his fingers clean of me while dialing for a cab,
attempting words
from his mouth as I distracted him with the
flesh from the
back of his neck gathered gently between my teeth.
And when the cab
arrived, there appeared no driver present
as we tinkered and
played with one another in the back seat of the car
before unwrapping
each other as candy
In the industrial concrete
stairwell of his building
where the current
could no longer be contained
between our male
and female circuitries.
We nearly melted
the metal rails we held to,
As we soldered ourselves
together.
And then:
everything the way it was before.
His door closed,
our clothes off, contemplating the pleasure of the couch,
but pulled into
that too-familiar hallway on the left, and the room directly to the right.
Into those same
blue sheets, nibbling, pulling, drinking in
the man I’d missed
for months.
Mine, again.
+Written on 8/30/2012 for Jeff Epley's Fall 2012 Intermediate Poetry class. The assignment was to capture narrative elements in the poem.
+Written on 8/30/2012 for Jeff Epley's Fall 2012 Intermediate Poetry class. The assignment was to capture narrative elements in the poem.
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