Y---liplock

liplock

the first time is never idyllic
because its a trap--i caught
you unaware in the glare
of dance lights and iced
mixed drinks; fancy footwork
confused you on the dance
floor that i would stop
before it went

too far. i quit talking
and slid against you close
the song's uptempo no longer
mattered; we threw ourselves
into the rhythm, the rhythm
of pan and wood nymphs

let loose in suburbia--
which is to say no one speaks
the first words of emotion poised
as lust but taste their alien nuances
like manna set temptingly before us
in the final hour

now i wake up at odd hours
of the night, kiss you when
you're unaware; stay hovered
over you--stray under your
underthings while whimpers
hint you may be awake
&; have only lured me
against you
&; into you