sweet saints
why’d I wear this stupid shirt
these stupid shoes

you hid the news that you’d be here
when we spoke yesterday
and this morning

the occasional encounter
innocuous
innocent
two friends and
nothing more

but this time…
do my eyes say all the
sweet wicked wanton things
yours are saying?

it’s been such a long time
since the last time
your exquisite control
afforded me the freedom to fly

last time we said it was the last time

but

one glimpse of the restraint in your eyes
and I’m bound
a willing captive

and aching for the mastery
of your touch
again