I don't regret thinking
what I thought back then
even before there was a reason
to Hope what I
thought
might come true
my mind churning up what
I would do if I could if you would let me
I don't regret that moment
when I stole that
first kiss
not the peck outside the diner
but the one outside the bar
and later in the car
feeling you shudder
when my fingers not so accidentally
touched what nuns
told us was forbidden
I don't regret doing it deliberately even later
cupping you up in the palms of my hands
like I would two bowls of Jello my mouth
aching to taste
I regret letting all that slip away
even though I still dream
and still do it in my
head
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