November 30, 2014

  • Dakota

    a rush of blood to the head
    a thing of beauty, a puzzle
    your eyes smiled back at mine
    through obstacles and hazy blue skies
    crossed telephone lines
    a thousand miles or more away
    sounds just like my yesterday
    and one slow, sweet kiss
    reminded me of temporary bliss again
    that surge of life in my veins
    as you bit my lower lip
    and my fingers traced your skin
    but we only could ride the elevator
    from floors 2-5 so many times
    before we knew the tide would wash this up
    I saw the chance and grabbed it;
    but really I was caught up in the snare
    a long lunch time, deep brown eyes
    and a body that'd never be mine to own
    and my body tensed with nervousness
    sixteen, twenty-six, it felt the same
    the beautiful, untouchable boy
    still just a boy, indeed
    and how he actually wanted me
    and before I could count the turns on the twisty road
    in his car on that warm winter day
    we pulled up, pulled in, crashed in
    the backseat wasn't all I had imagined
    rushed hips, tight lipped, barely a moment of truth
    pacified, not satisfied, the moment drained me
    like a cell phone battery
    and now my lights have gone dim
    desperation turned disappointment
    dissolved my day
    so I'll stop checking to see
    what you might say next
    because even just one more time
    adds to that pile of baggage at the curb
    with your name on every tag
    but I will smile each time our eyes meet
    knowing our secret still breathes heavily
    and still your smile was brilliant
    as I left I could feel your eyes on me
    and the main thing we have in common, darlin,
    is just not knowing how to be;
    a man, a woman, a friend, a lover,
    a promise keeper
    so I'll try this time for us both
    keep the unspoken promise to hush my words
    and replay the movie-like memories
    of you and I tangled together
    in my mind on rainy days
    and smile as best I can
    that rush of blood to the head
    might just've been a wound I didn't see