is exactly what I’m going to do,
fabricate it in my mind:
All colours fancy – neon, glowing,
posing like you know what you’re doing,
glowing inside-out from all that
trapped-up sexual tension.
bent on finding out
what reconciliation feels like
– tight –
and we couldn’t be any closer than this,
right on the mark with your timing,
finding me helpless
to resist those eyes, those lines.
They must have watched me spying you,
imploring you to pry yourself
away and into my path.
And there is still no point denying you