I don’t stop it,
his lips warm, shaking, dragging.
He exhales through his nose,
and it trembles across my cheek.
Then he sinks deeper into the kiss.
My eyes fall shut as it passes through me.
I count to three.
And when he pulls back, he avoids my eyes.
He broke a rule,
and now he can’t face the aftermath.
But instead, I’m sitting there,
disappointed, discouraged,
unsure of what stings more:
being weak enough to let it happen,
or him reminding me I been gone a long time.
He leans forward,
elbows to his knees,
head low.
I sip and say nothing.
Wine over words.
He hasn't moved?—
the posture of a man bracing for a fallout.
So I slip my cold toes under his thigh instead.
He glances over his shoulder.
“We good, Baby?”
I drag from the cigarette,
then blow smoke toward the skyline.
“Mm. Haven’t decided yet.
“Might need convincing.”
His grin speaks devotion.
