Won’t

 

I’m not going to pretend I don’t see it

In your eyes when they’re facing mine

And who’s to say we shouldn’t feel it

When it haunts me all the time

Definitions take their toll

And take off clothing in lamplight narrow and under the slow process of being       fragmented

We all break each other to pieces in hopes of finding something better like waffles with strawberries on Sunday morning instead of cold pizza or a hangover

Hey, I was ready to burn together, to curl up our toes together when the sun washes in to blush the cheeks of sky’s morning face, I was willing to rest my chin where the whiffs of dawn’s scent call in the valley between your breasts and hips, I would have bent my body slowly, without rustling the sheets to fit it into yours from behind

I’d have let my ‘S’ fall into yours, We’d feel our heat as it drew us together, I was ready

But now you tell me that your thighs are silent

And you don’t mind how they feel rubbing together beneath your skirt

So I pretend I too feel it all drying up, that is the easiest way

I fold its green sleeves first and then set it on the shelf or in a drawer

But green is my favorite color

Like the ocean from close up

Like new life

Like growing

Eventually I will have to try it on again for size

Today was the day I pulled it out and put it on and dialed your number

Looking in the mirror I could see, the sleeves too short the cloth too loose

Like gray folds of March

So I stopped my fingers on the plastic key

And I let the dial tone ring into the silence that connects me and you