You garble at
your short speech
and stutter at him.
Prior, prior
to your
first meeting –
you already
gave what will
later be asked
from you.
On the edge of
discontent
you both strolled
until the wind
has taken
it’s toll…
Not to forsaken,
but to leave a mark.
So prior, prior
to the soft
caress…
prior, prior
to the dark
voice
that looms
between your
pink cheeks
and prior, prior
to the echoing
assignation
just bellow
his belly…
You already haunted
his dream…
