I wish I meant it

I wish I were making a statement with my life.
I wish there was a tune in my head that made me strut out of step,
Rather than my syncopated rhythm owing to my unsteady gait.
I wish I was trying to make a point with my gender neutral coarseness,
Rather than overcompensating for childhood shyness.
I wish I were trying to support women's independence,
Rather than struggling to be content with my loneliness.
I wish I were rebelling against a life in a cubicle,
Rather than turning my back on a closed door.
I wish my life were intentional,
Rather than simply rationalized.

Next time

"Hey, I heard you don't have a ride,"
And before I know it, you're in the passenger seat and we're laughing together.
We sing the same songs on the radio and you compliment my voice.
We talk about our pasts and our dreams of the future.
We show each other the edges of our emotional scars,
And at some point, I tell you how much I've loved you.
Before I know it, you say it back,
"Actually, I just called my brother. He should be here any minute."
Maybe next time.

My hands are dirty

One pumps the soap onto the other, and immediately they're sliding around each other, hot and slippery, over, under, between, my left screamining, oh, oh, right there, don't stop, don't stop, oh, the quickie rinse, and one more time with a towel between, just to be kinky.

Breaking Promises

I made a promise
Long ago
When I was young
and full of hope.
The time has come.
My youthful self gazes at me,
Eyes shining with optimism
Asking if we will keep it.
I hold her chin and
kiss her forehead.
"We'll see," I lie.