Guilty Pleasure

never mind the thought of pleasure at your banquet.
my obsession brought me to the edge of the dance floor
with bloodshot eyes from staring at your back.
i wanted it so much that i dropped my heart
into the punch bowl in some fit of nerves,
as you turned to face me uncertainly.
i'll never get the stain out of this dress.
i'll never get your scent out of my hair.
give me something to fret away the seconds
before i think of you again.