Meteor Shower, second stanza
Of course, you were laying there next to me,
waiting for the show.
The openness of your mouth, slightly agog,
was inviting and alluring—dangerous.
I waited for fifteen minutes,
hoping you would say something,
something sweet, that showed your interest
I laid on my side, watching your cheek,
the moonlight that only barely hinted
at the warmness of your flesh.
I had forgotten, the poignancy of swallowing,
the embarrassment of failing to eat a Clementine,
in one big bite.
You were a delicious peach,
and it must’ve taken at least twenty times to approach
what most resembled a pit.
I was tasting your flavors and all but ready to share my own
but you were too busy with the entertainment.
