Obsession, lust, desire –
these are things permissible
in moments such as this:
Quiet on a snowy night,
young man hunched over,
brow wrinkled in concentration!
In a moment of oblivion,
single-minded focus,
he is unaware of my predation;
In such a moment,
brief and fortunate,
all is possible –
Knowing there’s no second
chance; no harm in being
sinful for the present:
A glance or five is
nothing; a thought or two
is nothing,
For he is leaning here,
his coatless self
upon my car
and I, his captor
have no reason to
expect or wish –
but one may dream
in an instant,
only to laugh later,
in
smiling
irony!
Sunday, April 21, 2013
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