I Just Might

Yes, I am attracted to you
And your thin upper lip
A crescent that I wish to hold
on the sickle of my kiss.
The bristle of your mouth
plowed the hedges of my pout
And you left a freshly tilled
sensation that circled
in the round
I could not forget you.
I went home and laid down
Left my inhibitions with my
keys adjacent to my keys on the ground
A resounding wave
A repeating feeling
Something undefined
That you conjured
Left me reeling
I am convinced
that you are up to something
conniving or cunning
The willful way you let
me run the perimeter of
your mind
Personal indulgence be damned
"I didn't know if I wanted to
kiss you but that was very nice"
I wasn't fooling but I never
seem to know what's right
My inclination is to walk away
from an otherwise perfect night
I might
I might have known that
another one would come
bounding in from the throngs
With your pearls and your yarn
that you seem to string
along
I am wary of your wisdom
Your mischievous grin
Your conniving and your
cunning
The wiliness within
"But she's not garrulous," you
said.
And we cracked up with the knowing
We kept going
while I receded if only for
a moment
Do I surrender in defeat?
This never felt like a
battle
But I am hard-pressed to
find the calm that would
allow us to settle
Allow me
Let's enlighten ourselves
A million flashbulbs
just went off
We're dazzling ourselves
And the creases in your skin
never looked more
inviting
Than when I was certain
of what I was and
What I would be hiding.
Your mischief and your
cunning
Your prickly grin, half a laugh
and something shifting
on your lips
What looks to be a scar
What could have been a split
I want to tell you that
I know you and
That I know you're full of
it
But I lost it when I said "here"
and you took my hair and pulled it.
It isn't fair the way you
looked at me when the smoke
began to clear
Treading lightly around a burning perimeter fence
But my lips and your lips
just made so much sense.

Aftermath

I can imagine us on your motorcycle
A thought I've never had before
A gidget and her rugged Ken
Beach blanket bingo gone before
Just the sun and the road
Highway #1
No more Lolita eyes
trapped inside the fantasy
All grown up, maybe 16
I've taken to you wanting me.
Stopped the act at 17
Grown past the angst of 18-19
The indifference of 20 and cautious power of 21
And promptly regressed into mature young lady-dom
Still coquette, with a bandanna
in my hair
But something like that '50s flair
I wonder whether refurbished
wreckage still rusts in salty air

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