Catching Sparks

Missed my chance to see

who you were

a stranger I met

one time in a quick breath

and nervous leg twitch.

You wanted to love me

right there and then

under day lights

and Montreal stars,

carefully, gradually

as fast as time ran

on an ancient clock

and as slow as your touch

on my straight legs

can handle in the middle of

destruction road.

You knew how I’d feel

way before I crossed my legs

and threw away my loneliness,

you knew how I’d stand up to you

after I walked away

in the middle of the night

with your pockets full

of desire.

You already have everything 

what made you think

I’d be proof

that heaven exists?

Just another girl

with happiness between my thighs 

all yours

but I hide in my closet

before I

lay on your hotel bed 

and gift you my

darkness 

through poetry and sex.

Call hell and shout

our welcome

of pounding flesh

before sun rises

and first cups of coffee.

I told you to not

fall in love

with who you

think I may be.

I’m none of that 

yet

I got you close enough

to convince you

of everything.