Walls

In the sultry darkened hotel room I lost my innocence. Our touch solidified into a wall It separates us now We can't scale it. The privileged uptight seam Eats into the warmth between your legs- How will it feel If I palm you gently there? Will your thigh-stubble tickle? You dress to tempt To provoke undress: The forthright curve of your waist, The assertive thrust of your breast Are both suspect. You smile, cleverly Appropriate borrowed smells. I carry them away Oppressed. Within my palms your face grew cold. We slobbered, hairs enmeshed; Tongues turned reptiles The saliva strung our distances with silvery tentacles. You wiped your lips on my chest And I turned my face away. Still we held each other fast. You said it was easier this way Here was a bond Real, palpable Our wall We could huddle by it. How could every meeting be a new beginning, How could we assay anew, Keeping fresh vigil each time? So, I have learnt all the cues now. I play my part with ease I have marked smaller spaces In which to be myself. There, imprisoned beyond your reach I grope against our wall And call for you incessantly. [From The Serene Flame]