Thursday, April 25, 2013

(Oxy) Moron.


Remember how once we sat so close?
You touched my knee, I rubbed your back,
I leaned in, you leaned in closer;
Lips to ears, we shared our secrets,
Giggling quietly in the pew.
Eyes on mouths, your arm around me,
It was all I could do not to lay my head on your shoulder
And kiss your neck,
In the chapel,
In front of God and everyone.

Later that night we met at a party.
You sat across from me and asked
What sort of man I was looking for.
You joked about my brightly colored clothes,
Made fun of my laugh,
Making me feel ridiculous,
And suggested I make a move on another guy in the room.
I kept my eyes down,
Focused,
Trying hard to ignore you.

I left that night angry and confused:
How could we be such intimate strangers?

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