Third time’s the charm
For it is this third time
You have disarmed me and I remember all the times
Before
The shape of you passing me
Your smile
When you smile at me
So honestly
The set of those lips,
Waiting and wet,
Like two fruits,
Red.
Sweet I wonder
And I am so afraid of
This thunder
Distant and rumbling that rises at my horizon
After such a calm
After the quiet joys of lovelessness
And living alone