By Your Spine

Well... You looked at me
suggestively
when you were reciting your favorite lines
from that book you let me borrow
about
embracing the joys & sorrow
of getting to know your own mind...

Well... I wanted so desperately
to be
pressed upon those pages
then perhaps you would have been able
to read me, too
& you would have known that I was
this close
to kissing you to the ground
& that I longed to be bound by your spine...

But... Then the stupid doorbell rang
like some
clincher-cliche from a bad movie
only, more risque
but all you could say was
"Well, that's convenient."
& you pretended not to mean it
speaking with a smile that couldn't
beguile the truth that
you were shy & that's okay,
'cause so was I...

Well... In that forever-second you looked
into me,
deep
past yours or my uncertainty
in a brief moment of honesty
& I think we both forgot to breathe
a little
still high on two bottles of wine...

Well... Until the doorbell rang again
& it was then when you smirked with
smug lips as you rose to your feet
& I was dry for quick quips
before you even popped up from the floor
by your slender hips
to walk to the door with ease & charm
leaving me lying enchanted & disarmed
& you unlocked the bolted barrier
looking over your shoulder
at me, grounded behind...


c.marie