There’s always so much to learn: How silence
reveals your resistance to open. How
your low-cut dress teases hope, reliance
on your beauty to entice raised eyebrows—
a mere distraction to assure escape.
There’s always so much to remember: You
barely breathe when asleep, uncovered nape
of your neck seductive as any view
of your luscious groin. Long gentle fingers
strong enough to hold off honest caress.
One day I’ll reveal how my mind lingers
on your pursing lips, aches for their largesse.
There’s always so much to decide: Should I
retreat from or reside deep in your eyes.
Roger Armbrust
August 5, 2011
