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Oh, K
As always, observant, against a cluttered brick wall.
Few slivers of dialogue.
Mimicking a social call; invites turned invited later.
Where to, we asked.
Hot drinks that end slow, as we talk - practice stares.
Introduced her to home.
Beams of clarity were given, and she could
never give enough.
Pull left as she left and I rose again
but fell at sigh of sobriety.
Met her among friends and she came to me less
guarded than she had;
when first blush came to pulse, we hugged
and she said it all in jest.
Deep kisses bloomed and went, spontaneous
and columned with
the hand stretched from cage in me
which came away bare at the end.
