Embarrassing

Sometimes at night,
when it's cold out and so dark it looks like I'm underwater,
I get this stupid urge to do something reckless,
like email you a love song
or text you senseless things

Liar

You said you'd never give up on me
when I said I wasn't ready
but where are you,
now that I am?
You couldn't even wait!
So, there you go
feeding your love to someone else
and here I am
realizing
you are just like the rest...
with all those promises,
the endless declarations—
"You're the one for me!"
you'd scream
but all along it wasn't really about me
it was all about you
and your needs,
your drastic urge to have someone belong to you
and care for you
someone—anyone!—
to fill your void
and when I couldn't rush to such commitments,
you moved so very quickly to the next.

Meet and Greet

He shook my hand with a gentle force—
like he'd be in charge if we were together—
and his sweaty palm moved me
His brown, moist skin tickled those special pressure points
and, oh, how beautiful his hand looked as I held it in mine!
I guess I should have wiped myself clean after
No one likes a sweaty palm, right?
But I couldn't
I didn't want to lose such a personal thing
Something that came from within him
So, instead, I made a fist,
held that mist inside
and prayed—
his sweat my holy water—
for more opportunities to be touched by him
and his brave wet hand.