shark
I haven’t written anything in a while, but tried to force myself yesterday. Here was the result:
you used to have teeth
and a swagger to match
didn’t meet my eyes from across
a crowded room because you
didn’t need to look to know that
I was tearing your clothes off with
my eyes
you didn’t even know what color they were
you were hard like a diamond
and rough like where I found you
and I didn’t even think about the eight
year old that lost his hands to provide me
with the glow of your studded charm
and yes you were every cliche I could contrive-
you could charm the pants off of an amputee with
low self-confidence in a crowded public place
yeah, you were that good
until you got real good
not good like vodka burning down throats
on sneaking out of windows nights
when 17 feels like invincible and
mouths against mouths feels like
ice cream that only melts
on your tongue
no, you got to be the kind of good
parents approved of and
that diamond stopped looking like
metaphor-
I thought you knew better
but it was like you never heard me speak
just a siren song only you could hear
I never cast a spell but you got struck
by some kind of cupid sick
and I never thought I could get so tired
of sleeping next to someone
I used to want to talk to in the morning
used to want to dance with all night
even though you were always too cool
to dance
I think I could get you to take salsa with
me now
won’t flinch when I step on your toes
won’t budge when I push instead of kiss
won’t yell when I am impossibly unreasonable
and hopelessly unapolegetic
you used to have teeth
circled around me like a shark
knowing I was easy prey
but willing to stage a sneak attack
for sport
I never thought you’d be the type
to lay down roots
sharks don’t even have feet
and I liked you better in ocean
before you needed me
to breathe
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