Was the kiss that unwanted?
It seemed so when
I pressed the advantage in the rain
And your bosom heaved
With what I saw as fright
But maybe now, in my undimmed
View, was more desire

I tried not to look too long
At wet skin clinging to
Fabric which could not conceal its charms
I tried hard to stay myself from
Rain’s baptismal font
Fearing I might be
Christened in the faith of
Wanting what I could not own

We should turn from this wall
And walk down the lea path home
There is fire there and warmth
And that dusky familiar
Where dangerous thoughts
Are just twigs we throw
On the roaring flames to
Watch them get consumed.

But having an imagination
Is what brought us here
And holding you now means
The wild dreams are not that crazy
Nor the rain so drenching cold
It need send us rushing
Back in untoward haste

Back to the maudlin and mundane;
Back to the morose and melancholy;
Back where our passion is spent
In passing furtive glances
As we walk through the marketplace
Holding hands that aren’t yours or mine

08/11/2010

Posted on 08/11/2010
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