Illicit Romanic Encounter

Meet me out side clandestinely

Kiss me passionately

No one else has to know

I promise not to tell

Agree to meet at Starbucks on

Second Avenue at 80 Street

where hopefully, no one knows us.

I reckon you’ll be late but you

beckon me from the corner

On rare occasions when we meet and you think no one else sees
you pull me to you fiercely

Playfully and forcefully always by surprise

Press your lips down hard push

your tongue between my lips

enter without consent

your hand holds my neck firmly,

your other hand applies pressure to my
face

suddenly like an unexpected summer storm

flashes of
lightning and downpour on a sunny day,

quickly disappears, the sun

brighter than before the storm

you’re gone in less than ten seconds

maybe when we’re 80 we can finally get together

again you’ll whisper sweet nothings, stare in my eyes

but then you won’t turn and leave me and we’ll have a few
years together before I die

I can always dream

You don’t really want me, you want little girls size three
and four,

Maybe you’d take as much as six or eight

But not a big girl like me size eleven and twelve

I want to be smaller but that’s not what it is

You just like her more than me she’s trimmer has more muscle

And is artistic just like me

Besides you love her, not me

So why do you insist every time we meet

When I least expect it you act like you’re only being friendly

Suddenly you grab me and my dreams are reawakened in an
unbridled sunrise explosion

When I’m eighty if you’re alone and have no-one, maybe it
will be different