Almost
03/21/2009 05:15 p.m.

I almost had sex today
Twice
And if a phone call counts,
Thrice!

I wonder what’s in the air
That the likes of me
Should cause the likes of
Such arousal.

I ran into the ex-husband
At the store.
Four years after the divorce,
He’d still been thinking of me,
Bought me some books at a sale.

He texted later,
“I just want you to know
That I still find you beautiful,
Inside and out,
And your unconditional love amazing.”

He said, “I wanted to touch you,
So much deeper than a hug”

The ex-fiancé forgot a book,
Lingered in the hall,
Tucked my hair behind my ear,
Lifted my chin for a kiss,
Pulled me in.

I, flammable liquid to his touch,
Ignited in the passion,
Turned to blaze.

But old wounds spoke up,
Doused the flame,
And there was no consummation.

Thoroughly hungry,
A tasty morsel on the phone,
An unmet friend of four years
Who thinks my voice is sexy.

Be still my aching groin
Quiet of the night alone

And remember,
I am not available!


(A rough draft for sure)