not touching you at all.
So he looks you
in the eye, trying
to measure you,
find a hint of reaction.
And he says,
Tell me how you feel.
So you can’t stand
it one more second,
and you close your eyes,
daring him to kiss you.
So he does, and it’s
electric, high voltage,
stun-gun strength desire
jolting sinew and bone.
And he asks,
How ’bout another line?
If a Little’s Good
More must be great, right?
Well, sometimes.
That time!
It didn’t burn as bad,
nasal self-defense,
I guess.
And it launched me
to a place, very
near the gates
of heaven.
Adam took my hand,
led me the rest