NaPM April 06 2016

[Weeded]

I've tried to write about this many times in many ways today and it just didnt work and yeah its pretty literal.


It was God's pen writing that night 
at the house of congregation
we met, flicked a bic and then our souls met.
You followed me home
in your '93 Civic that seemed more stable
than what our minds set to do,
that is open bottled ferment and bask
in that strong scent of sin.
You were my best friends ex,
My biggest regret, my best sex
I've ever had in my life was that night,
I still can't tell which who
was to which blame due
but I knew the second you asked to come through I was the fool for letting you.
I honestly thought I could contain it,
but three sips in I started feelin' me failin'.
Your jet-black hair and Michoacan cheeks
gently rested on me.
I couldn't take it.
I touched just under your chin,
saw your eyes closed and lips pressed
then open with a gasp when you noticed me
staring blatant.
As if you knew my thoughts
you placed your palm on my face,
took your fingertips and gently pressed toward me.
It was that first kiss,
I'm not sure what it was but I'll never forget
guilt release as I felt a connection I've yet to see again,
but it was a one-time event.

The next morning we awoke,
heads and bodies sore,
not sure where now to go.
You went back to him,
I lost two friends,
and that's the closest to love
I've ever come to know.