If ever I were to say aloud
how much I enjoyed your caress,
your heartbeat across from mine,
the way your fingers never strayed
from the hollow of my neck,
I would be left for dead.

Even you, I think, are embarrassed by
the things we did when we were
hypnotized by a lack of sleep.

I woke up in your arms and you had
fallen asleep with your lips on my cheek
(and now? I keep reliving that,
praying it will happen again,
waiting for the next time I catch your eye.)

Little am I a victim, but I must say
you married men are my favorite taboo.

ha, you'd never guess what this is really about