I wonder if kissing
You will be anything
Like I have imagined
Several times
Since I met you
A few hours ago…
Will it be as electric
And tingling
As other kisses
I've had before?
Or will I loose
The sense of
What direction
Is up or down
And you will
Have to hold me tighter
To you
So I don't
Fall as far
As I think I have?
I have already
Imagined what it
Will feel like
To run my fingers
Through your hair
Once it has been freed
Of its ponytail…
Will those black
Waves feel silky
Or course,
Because I have
Already imagined
Both sensations.
Never mind
That when I imagined
Doing so
We were entangled
With arms and
Legs
On our sides
Staring back & forth
In silence
Into your dark pools
For eyes that
I have already
Several times
Gotten lost in
Tonight…
And dreamed
Of doing so
A hundred times…
Now I go back
To the bathroom
And try to compose
Myself
To hide and bury
These thoughts
Manea seems
To pick out of
The air as if
It were fruit
Hanging openly
From the tree
Of my life.
But even then…
The air crackles
With the electricity
Of some karmic
Pull…
The Kismet of
The entire evening
Is undeniable…
I just need
To stop fighting it…
This is the experience
Of hanging out
With Manea
Afterall.
