Poem No. 32

I thought I’d forget

The night that we met,

But your eyes

Burned my thighs,

And your name makes me sweat.

I thought I had a choice,

But then I heard your voice,

Its timbre?

Of amber —

My strength it destroyed.

I thought I’d regret it,

But you were right when you said that,

“It’s only fair —

We played Truth or Dare!”

And now neither of us can forget it.

I thought I had time,

But your body reminds

Me of a statue,

Its imprint is tattooed

In the back of my mind.

I really thought I’d say, “no,”

And that you’d just go,

But you’re here,

And I fear

That we can’t take it slow.

I know you’re the devil,

And yet I still revel

In the thought

We’ll get caught

Disheveled.