The Rescue

 

I was just a little drunk

And bumped against you.

I was sorry and worried

That I hurt you

But you were just

Embarrassed.

 

You thought all of your

Secrets were told.

You thought that

I had discovered too much.

I smiled.

 

What secrets did you keep

From me?  Always at a distance

But never too far.  When did you

Become familiar to me and up

To this moment a stranger?

 

My smile seemed to fold

You over.  Your hands became

Larger and fluttered in a most

Unmasculine way.  The wine

Was smooth and rich.

 

This is the last I thought, the

Last time, I will feel

Omnipresent.  I leaned forward

And kiss you, very softly,

Child like and shy.

 

What else could I do to rescue you?

I willed my self fluid against

You.  This I thought is what we

Need, even though your

Arms hurt me.

 

Sandra K. Woodiwiss © 2012