02 June 2009

his body

A glass of wine
with you
over cheese and
pommes frites at
a place filled
with “such an uptown crowd”
as you put it
was like a
flirting manual out of
some awful women’s magazine
dripping with subscription cards.
Open, towards him
Head tilted
Legs crossed
Leaning in, laughing, touching,
Brushing his knee
Leans back,
Open, strong
Looking right at her
Watching her hand
As it brushes his
We walked outside to your bicycle
and you hugged me so tight
I kissed your rough cheek and said
‘I’ll call you’
You pulled me close again
And said.... “promise?”
And when you touch me my whole body tingles with anticipation
But I watch as you head back downtown instead of to my bed.....
I like you too much to sleep with you.


katy said...

i should be visiting your blog more often, b. this is beautiful and honest and sexy. perfect combination for a wednesday morning.

jessica said...

wow. that is all. just wow.