Maraschino Cherry Man
The curve of your lashes
Lid your eyes
They twinkle
As you wink and smile
I smell your scent
Sweet human nectar
Dizzying
Can you smell me, too?
An image comes
Of sucking the residue
Of maraschino cherries and whiskey
Off your mouth
Bodies warm
Your thoughts ride
The champagne bubbles
From my glass
To my mouth
But we both know better
Dark pigment
Eyes a colour not true
And yet true
It matches you
I see your mind
Lacing fingers
Hands together
Your palm rough
Nails short and unmanicured
Does it matter who we are
When we are just people?
Ordinary
Imperfect
Your fingers in my aura
Bracing my seat
Touching me
By extension
Feeling the imprint of
Your
My
Our desire
Together
Seeking
To make a bad decision
And live out the consequences
Or to just sit here
And think about it
No pleasure for want
Of not crossing the line
Who would we be
If all bets were off?
No commitments to speak of
Or eyes watching ...
I find you in my space
And that may manifest
All the same
Regardless
February 2018