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By Laurel Ahlfeld Date: 2009 Mar 29 Comment on this Work [[2009.03.29.16.05.18523]] |
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I could love him The first thought that ran through my mind When I woke sleeping next to him Fully clothed for the first time A blanket tucked around me And a pillow beneath my head On the futon he calls home He slept without a cover No pillow He made them mine After he scooped me up From the bathroom floor Where I lay intoxicated Crying another's name He pulled my hair from my watered eyes And I cried tears of black mascara Onto his favorite shirt Breathing in his cologne and smoke To remind myself of someone else He didn't try to take me Though he's had me many times When I woke sober and saw him lying there I laid awake for an hour I wondered if it was done And what things I might have said The alarm clock broke the silence His eyes opened upon mine He pulled my hips against his Kissed my lips with answers Slowly came into me Having been patient all night Yes, I think I could love him If I tried |