“I didn’t come here with you
because I want to have sex
with you.” I kiss him again,
feel the heat of his response
beneath me. Still, he asks reasonably,
Why did you come here with me?
A BATTLE BEGINS
Inside me. Head versus
heart. Logic versus emotion.
And every synaptic surge of
logic
is telling me not to let
my mouth spill
the words my heart
insists
are true. Any girl ever
stung in this common
manner would agree
it’s
a bad move to confess
such a strong emotion
so quickly. In fact, it’s
idiocy.
So okay. I’m stupid.
I don’t stop myself,
but rather rush
to say,
“I know I shouldn’t tell
you this, but I wanted to
be with you because …