This is two in the morning,
on a saturday night- trying
too hard to fall asleep
to these mental images,
like photographs snapped
at the most inopportune time.
I'll answer the phone
in the throes of sexual revelation
and catch you red handed-
worrying about my opinions-
and I... still panting and sweating
from what happens behind closed doors
will ignore the fact that you noticed.
and you are wrong...
I spent my time consoling myself
with the realization that I must not
have ever thought about it anyway-
I haven't lost even a single smile
to this disastrous behavior...
I am enjoying myself here...
with someone else's hands on my hips-
pouting lips spread into a smile
I become oblivious to the thought
that I ever knew you at all...
and I know now, that you were
little more than a conquest- shame
it happens this way so often...
and this is fact...
and I am happier knowing
that this feels too wrong
to ever make sense-
and I am happier knowing
that this would be a mistake
before I ever even acted.
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