do you even want us.
it is a brutally dark night
when i give you the chance to walk away.
your face is a blank slate
punctuated by the blinking blue boats of your eyes,
normally so calm, now shadowed by panic and confusion;
i use the flashing lights as an excuse to avoid them.
the air is caught tight in my throat
and i keep my hands clenched at my side
in the long heartbeats where you say nothing.
i am keenly aware of the way
the shadows and sweaty bodies move around us,
totally oblivious to the microcosm of our war.
there are curious green-grey eyes
peeking out from under a baseball cap
belonging to a man whose embrace i have felt
and have not spoken - he knows, and i can feel it
but otherwise the world is still.
i wonder if it’s the tequila
or the way you ignore my insecurities
and so shamelessly abandon me
on the sidelines of your life,
or if it’s just the intensity of my sensitivity
and the guilt i feel for stealing the word ‘monogamy’
away from you and i, in secret
or if it’s just the horrible collision
of two people so opposite as you and i
that drives this painful moment where you do not speak.
maddened by the silence, i force my eyes to yours;
they are deep and meaningful and oh-so-blue,
mine are stoic and impenetrable greens,
you finally open your mouth.
(i remember those eyes
and i remember them closed,
the hot flash of soft skin and tugging teeth,
the taste of cocaine on his tongue;
if you say no i can walk away,
but if you say yes i can’t live with myself.)
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