I only go to the after work parties because of you.
I dream of you finding an excuse to walk me to my car and before I unlock it you reach for my face and kiss me softly.
I crave us scrambling into the drivers seat where I can sit on your lap, back to the house, and get lost in my head. Eyes closed so the world is as black as the night. Driven by long suppressed late teenage desires.
You can return to the party with slightly tinted lips and roses cheeks, a couple degree off-centered hat. It'll be easy enough to hide from all our friends and I don't mind if you do as long as your lips still taste like mine. Pink lemonade chapstick lingers and reminds.
In reality the only things your lips have embraced at the end of the night is a bottle of Malibu. And I walk alone to my car and hope another man in the dark doesn't jump out of the bushes and hold my hips tonight instead.
YOU ARE READING
Metamorphosis
Poetry"You do not cease to exist just because I wish you to." Started: 4/3/20 Finished: 8/20/20 My 6th poetry book.
