"You're cute!"
jumped off the walls
of the ally
"Except you're smoking
a cigarette so now
you aren't"
unbelievably
my spirits were raised
till she stumbled
into a car
with a drunk
driver

if there is a
crash
I hope she becomes
a
survivor

These hands, whether cupping the curve of my breast,
Or cradling our daughters' head, as you lay her down to rest,
Are my great delight.
I will drink at your lips,
Delight in the urgent pressure of your hips,
Lightly trace your self designed tattoo,
Breathe the strong and musky scent of you.
I will fall into ecstatic moments,
Lose myself in hair and scent and skin,
Your body, your mind, your own but mine,
I worship what's without, and treasure all within.

From your door to the gate,
He followed you.
From the gate to the road,
He followed you.
From the road to the park,
He followed you.
From the park to the school,
He followed you.
From the school to the town hall,
He followed you.
From the town hall to the post office,
He followed you.
From the post office to the river,
He followed you.
Down the river to the bridge,
He followed you.
Across the bridge and into the woods,
He followed you.
Through the woods and into the meadow,
He followed you.
And then it was just you and him,
And he thought you were still unaware of his presence.
And as you slowly turned to face him,
You drew in a deep breath.
"It's not funny."  You told him. "Go away"
"Oh." Was his reply. "Sorry."
And he turned and walked back home.