Tea

This time, my pecker got me thrown out

Of the Kava-Kava scented apartment

To walk past bus stops--where

            Men in light jackets sleep sitting up,

            Hands buried deep into their pockets.

 

When you opened the door for me, I was nervous--

You only seemed nervous when you had friends over--

When you opened the door for me, you already looked so tired.

These same days seem enough for you, for me.

Time just complicates with the passing of hours.

 

Last week, at that party,

I saw you from across the room, and

I felt what it might be like to love you.

You were in that red dress you wear,

Not to impress, but as you tell me,

"I've felt nothing better than it."

I admit, I like it, and miss it,

Such as the warmness of it when it presses up against my thighs,

With you under it and I'm underwater again.

 

On the couch tonight,

Our conversation made us only bookends,

But I was tired of talking literature.

 

Reviews

[Song of Mercy]

*smile* Nice. Thanks for sharing, Barb

[Anastasia Starlena]

This was a great piece the way you describe it you can picture it happening just this way. It was very cleverly written.