time to time I wipe my lips
after your kiss
and look away; glances trailing
the life outside the window eye
when your hand held mine,
I caught the eyes of the other guys
and the men who cat called
when I walked by --
and their looks and their coarse tongues
licked and lapped at the window frame,
"you get me, Baby?"
and sometimes I just wanna play;
you see them wanting, (you) see them look over
"you know how sometimes it's good to know, Honey--"
and denials, withdrawals, aborted words, biting, snapping, laugh, scowl, kiss, lick:
would you catch me again, Darling,
if I were a bad girl --
would you forgive me my dishonesty, my Love,
if I was acting the bad girl?
YOU ARE READING
THE OCEAN
Şiir'In the old days at home the Neverland had always begun to look a little dark and threatening by bedtime. Then unexplored patches arose in it and spread, black shadows moved about in them, the roar of the beasts of prey was quite different now, and...