I must admit – to other perfect strangers
Never to you, the stranger who wasn’t really stranger,
I was only stranger to you –
Your game was impressive last night,
Your wit and charm, like the prince himself
Your efforts most admirable, quizzing my friends
Then to recite the most beautiful, perfect poetry to me

That star-like glitter in your eyes, like night sky
Caused a secret smile and sudden thuds of my heart.
I know by evening end, when drunken bodies worshiped other guests
And I was still ignoring you, not hard to get, just leaving you a fool
You must have cursed me – or seen me as an excessive ***** –
Slight apologies for not bowing and giving you simple bliss.

Truth is – I desired you so desperately –
Every inch of your imperfect body – all the morsels of your soul
To invite you in and worship you, love you and lay with you
‘Til morning would steal our drunken pleasings
And leave us with awkward reckless, though perfect memories –

You were no stranger to me though,
And it cleft my heart and darkened my soul that I was stranger to thee.
When we were sixteen we were so in love –
Or so future revealed, I with you – you with other girls
I lay on your floor shedding tears, like an animal hairs
Begging you to still love me, to entertain my pleading even.

So last night – as cruel as it is
While you forgot the many kisses I had traced on your lips
And the stories I drew on your spine –
I smiled because even though I was stranger,
Finally -
it was you, whom begged for me.