I shouldn’t have looked

His arm wraps around you

Lifting your shirt

I saw it through the car window

I shouldn’t have looked

 

Romance novels and poetry

Turn away from me also

Leaning into the passenger’s seat

When I am feeling at my most pedestrian

 

And talks about the mass of black inkiness in the sky

And the bold, bright pinpricks

The salty sea which reflects its image

Bouyant but too dangerous for drinking

His hands, wandering

The hot, flushed pink

 

And leans away from the sturdy

Sort of solidness

Of scheduled dinners and bill payments;

My safe haven

 

The sky, to me, resembles

The suffocating leather

Of your jacket

It smells processed

With the brassy, white plastic

of political pins

 

If I had to do romance again

I wouldn’t.

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