Illicit

“Be sure of your intentions,”
she says to his advances.

Because I am about to devour you.

She doesn’t tell him that.
She doesn’t need to.

They are about to devour each other —

because she wants him to love her forever,
and he needs her to love him right now;

because she wants to think it will never end,
and he needs there to be no consequence.

So she is the one who asserts the first kiss,
and he is the one who leaves with her mouth in his hands.

 

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Poem from the archives, while I work on finishing my book. Words ©2013, Jen Payne.

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