Fluorescent lit classroom
The dim, cheap light
Bouncing off the rug and walls
All the desks are packed away for the summer.
I followed you for a reason
And it’s not to help you look
Through piles of meaningless paper
Cobbling together a last minute assignment,
No, I have something more
Interesting in mind
I think you do too.
Do I distract you
Hiding in this small, partitioned corner
Where you can’t see me but can only hear
My taunting you carefully:
“You can’t see me”
Come get me,
“But I see you”
You know you want to.
Bodies pressed together
My back against the wall
Molded at the lips
An almost too perfect clandestine tryst
It isn’t the first.
Bright sun soaked concrete
Blinding and merciless
I can still feel where your lips
Met mine
A brand burnt with all the summer’s heat;
I lick my lips, trying to get it to fade
Because now I feel a little bit…dirty.
