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Kind of war
The way it starts
Is like an addiction.
If I were to decide which,
This one takes the cake.
The room is empty
Save for two.
No intention
Until contact is made.
Conversation carries
And then we move on.
Mostly messing around
Until I hand him the paper.
I pull down the board
In hopes to delay him.
He slips through the gap
And then he’s in front of me.
It’s a war I seem to have started.
Playful fighting
As we pass the paper between us.
Pushing, pulling, touching
And me trying to pin him.
I weasel away
But he catches me each time.
Grabs me by the legs
And lifts me down onto the stool.
Nearly falling,
But he’s got me.
Like he always has.
Every part of us
Holds out on intimacy.
I make an escape.
Get it back to him.
We’ve done a round trip
Of the library room.
‘Keep it and I’ll give you a kiss.’
It’s followed by ‘wow’
As if I considered
And affirmed to this bribe.
He grabs me by the shoulders
And kisses me quick.
A single peck on the lip
Until I pass the paper back.
I never agreed.
‘We had a deal,’
He says with confidence.
As I grab his bag
And stick the paper in.
I’m slipping away
To the back of the room
When he grabs me once
And kisses me again.
The bag is taken from my hands.
I can’t help smiling.
We’re still at war
But the battle has changed.
It’s not between us
But now our mouths.
Back against the counter,
His hands roam frantic and wild.
Moving up along the spine
In desperate search of skin.
When he pulls away
I imagine it’s the end
Until I’m leaving
And he reaches for me again.
Lips crashing together,
His hands lower
And I mimic.
‘Look who finally got brave,’
He says with a smile.
‘Goodbye,’ he whispers
Breathless and beaming.
We share a hug
And leave together.
I just want to know
How this is fair.
How does it come
So easy to him?
I want to know
How its fair.
When it comes to him,
My brain is quiet.
I catch the edge of his calm
That gives me a break
From the storm in my head.
I’m never worried.
Nothing is forced.
It’s easy and comfortable
And I never want it to end.
This is me
Enjoying when we kiss.
I’d do it again
Even just as friends.
Copyright ©
Micheala Ruth September
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