Dance

I developed a confidence for teasing

Pulling him close and turning away

In a lovely

Torturous

Ceremony

I didn’t understand, but pretended

rather flawlessly.

As I moved in contrasting measure to him

We sang the lyrics loudly against each other’s mouths

He summoning courage or balance

To close the distance and mumble words

until they were a tangled embrace of lips suffocating sound

But before his daring reached maturity

I lost patience for my game

Tip-toed to taste

his thin boy lip instead

and I reveled in the feeling of a kiss

While drunk on white gummy bear shots

the ego

and heartbreak.

A poem that is from a longer nonfiction piece entitled "The Little White Book," which I am trying to write in this evening.  I thought this blog deserved a little action on a Friday night.  For context, this should be placed after my breakup with Rachel.