An Oasis is a Lonely Mirage
I knew you were dangerous the moment
I pulled up to your house, you nervously
walking towards my car with a spliff in hand.
You leaned in my open window, kissed me
as if I was an oasis and you were
dehydrated from all the sun you ate.
A midday heat tongue-tango, the taste of your
tobacco and nicotine breath staining my lips,
I asked you for chapstick, you licked my lips.
The night I took you out for drinks
you toasted to peace and love and
I punched you for being cliché,
you whispered “Pal, that’s all love is”
and I knew you were dangerous.
You’re bedroom was cold the first
night we spent together and I asked
you for more blankets, but you
threw the sheets off the bed,
placed your arms around my
waist and nuzzled your nose
in the nape of me neck
“I’ll keep you from freezing”,
your hot breath dancing on my skin
I lifted my hand and placed it on
your erection, hard and pulsing
and we fell asleep in that image of lust,
I knew you were dangerous.
Trust me when I speak of days without rain,
I have experienced droughts and floods
and floods are worse because you must
know how to swim, you never swam with me
only swam ahead and I drowned in your
moans when you were making hot love
to that boy from the college down the road
and I was working, saving tips so that we
could see the lights of New York together
but I knew you were dangerous because
the moment I pulled up to your house,
you kissed me through my window and
found my oasis that would hydrate you.