My Fear Was Psycho/Logical

which meant I was crazy scared to death which meant

I knew you didn't think I knew what was going on.

I was flat on my back trying to write off what my mind was

reading: your eyes bright --  No! refulgent with expectation

that spared no light for me (and I heard you    I heard you

whispering on the phone to God knows who)

 

You spoke of mountains and molehills. You shook

the floor with impassioned feet and hot! You were

red hot angry at my lack of trust and you began to cry

and you cried until I apologized, until I told you

to forget it, have a good time.

 

Then you wiped your eyes and smiled.

Thanks, Baby, you said.

Then you walked away,

hips swaying

breasts pointing to the door,

and just before you left,

you turned,

winked,

and blew me a kiss.

 

It missed.

Reviews

[Sean Thomas]

great