“Knowing”
by Andrew Atroshenko
courtesy
of jwatsonfineart.com
In the wordless wilderness of life’s anonymity
beautiful downtown anywhere
my cigarette smoke
“might have” dangled on top of humid air
like fog in the neon night
while I searched for caffeine and comfort.
(Not necessarily in that order!)
Your luminous smile
“might have” told me
the games were about to begin.
Yes, word play was inevitable
and just perhaps
sensuality was in
our collective future
Music was my co-conspirator
It “might have” allowed you to hold me close
or me to hold you close
in all my delusory
weakness and wetness
and dance me through life’s promises
one by one
all the while inscribing your desire
on every inch of my exposed flesh
A few catchy lines
and a tactical maneuver later
we “might have” been out of there
each with a breathless hungry need
off to our rendezvous with lust
There “might have” been
touches of fire
the
cacophonic sizzle
of new lips, legs, arms
mingling with
moans
ah, the resonance of reverie
till the tea kettle rudely screams
boiling away another “might have” moment