Did you not thank me first, stranger? I hadn’t known it was the day of
reckoning
You had never asked me to spell it out for you
By the watchtower, I confided an old photograph
In a moment, I thought you saw through me again
when I turn around
I hold back my smile. You, as usual, were expressionless
Have you seen enough? You have been here, where we are
We discarded the blue light, raised the blinds, commenced with a
question
Isn’t this exactly how it is supposed to be?
you raised your glass, we sip to our hunger silently
we will never admit to our proclivities
I will never admit to this slippage.
It is supposed to be a secret, I remember
Can you tell? Did you not tell me to keep this between us?
you seize me by the changing light, we cut to the end
We were filled to the brim with slight touches, never entirely swathed
But there you were, a lightheadedness only seeking to be more subtle
by the hour
With modest glances enough to wrap me with
Enigma, what is your name? Haven’t we kissed before?
