05-30-2017, 08:00 AM
Perversion
I can feel my age
like a nervous adolescent undoing a bra.
Do I kiss her neck,
turn off the lights,
or take off my pants?
I want to think my choice matters.
Then it's over:
a mess, an apology,
and I'm red faced.
I feel with a vague certainty
that our bodies have limitations.
I'm scared,
I know this will happen again;
actually, part of me
yearns
for an even worse ending.
I can feel my age
like a nervous adolescent undoing a bra.
Do I kiss her neck,
turn off the lights,
or take off my pants?
I want to think my choice matters.
Then it's over:
a mess, an apology,
and I'm red faced.
I feel with a vague certainty
that our bodies have limitations.
I'm scared,
I know this will happen again;
actually, part of me
yearns
for an even worse ending.

