We're adults now
Bright smiles in meetings
And “mustn't forget my keys”
And “sorry I'm late, there was traffic”
And “would you like to have dinner sometime?”
But everytime I look at you
I feel our teenage years in my bones
Rattling so violently that I break and remember
Hesitant eye contact in corridors
And sitting close enough for our legs to touch
Violently erupting in a slap
And then smiles
And then hours of laughter
Before hesitant hands traveled up my thighs
And down my back
Between my legs on a Wednesday afternoon
And then tears for hours every other day of the week
Fantasies on staircases
And false extra classes created for extra time in my mouth
You're a taste I can't omit from my tongue
Hiding behind bright smiles in meetings
Reminding me not to forget my keys
Bitter like my lies about traffic
Longing for it again in everyone I meet
- z. gamieldien.
