One quick step is taken
your strong hands ease up
under my thin peach blouse
like aromatic essential oils
b u t
w a i t
and the specks of green in your eyes
turn wicked and fearful.
(hence the poem takes a turn)
One step away from you
I am looking right at you
you refuse to budge. You lock me
in your tight embrace and squeeze
the life out of me till I can’t breathe.
Then I want to run from you
as far away as my giraffe legs will
take me. Then I am at the door
then I am in my car. Then I am
fumbling for the keys but I already
know before I hit the highway and
make sure the distance between us
is unreachable. I know that instead
of being four steps toward you
four steps away, four miles away
and what I know so clearly like the bright
sun entering my car and heating up my soul,
what I know
you never call
like you do not even exist.
Funny enough, I like it that way.
by Christina Strigas