Don’t pretend
you didn’t look
you gave me that kind of lingering look we’re not supposed to
trade; we’re supposed to behave
read books by Danielle Steel, prefer touch
to sight, imagine to feel
inaction instead of want, supposed to wait
for Mr Right to come
sweep us right off our feet, but I warn you
my desires are quicker than him and not so neatly defined
they are unrefined liquor that burns your lips
from the shot glass rim down to the pit of your stomach
so admit it
while you still have the excuse of
a tongue loosed by liquid fire
I caught the corner of your eye with the tip of a smile
glimpsed the spark, a live wire within
and even though we both know the flavor
of sin, of not supposed to
of what good girls don’t do
with every drop you’re looking braver, tired of stop
and no in a voice that quavers
tired of shame instead of savor, you’ve had
enough
of good guys acting like bad guys and bad guys
always tricking the good girls and what
is so bad about looking
and feeling
about believing in something that burns, yes,
but brings
so much light and
so much warmth
July 28, 2009 at 9:09 am
Ohh, I love this one. I like the parallels between alcohol and (quasi-illicit) love. 🙂