the unquiet

January
So
We don’t talk about it
We’ve never talked about it
We’ve had stolen looks
Innocent touches
Cigarettes smoked at 1 a.m. when no one else is stirring
Each others body language that we’ve been reading
We’ve had one stolen kiss
We’ve had, now two, impassioned nights
And we’ve never really talked about it
We’ve never returned to the admission of our mutual attraction and more-than-friendship
The knowing grins that sit on our lips
We’ve never admitted to anything
Not since our first kiss
I don’t know why we don’t talk about it
I don’t know if it’s because I like you more than you like me
Or maybe you think
you like me more than I could like you
But that’s not true
Maybe we’re both just really confused
But we wouldn’t know
Because we’ve never talked about it

July
So,
You left today.
It’s been one week and two days
Since our first and last time making love
In the pitch black of a room
Where I lay
Under your weight
My skirt hiked up, garters and tights pressed into thighs
Shirt undone
Skin and lips buzzing
Everything in me and around you heating up
While you pushed yourself into me
Quietly
Because we can’t wake your roommate
Because we’re doing something wrong
Because I think we’d been imagining this for way too long
Because anything other than the nails I’m digging into your flesh or the hand you have in my hair might ruin the moment
Because it’s killing me to be quiet
When I want to tell you how good this feels
Because this is the only time we’ve been free together
Because if feels like I’ve wanted this forever

January
I let you get away with more than some women might
Because I don’t like to have pointless fights
Because I really don’t care if I don’t see you or talk to you every single night
Because between us, everything has felt natural and right
And it doesn’t have to mean the world
It doesn’t have to mean “the one” has been found
Or that you even have to stick around
And we know that
So why is so hard for us to simply make a sound?
In a silent room,
With no one around
Now’s a good time to time to talk about whatever we’ve found…
Or we can sit
And stare
Like our silence isn’t just as loud.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s