cheat fate

You poked me at my rib, where it was sensitive, intimate. I enjoyed it till it was uncomfortable. But you were hers.

I camped at your desk, daily obssessed with making a gift while you watched and admired. But I was hers.

You picked a saga seed for me. I smiled and knowingly I shyed my eyes away. By the fountain lights that night, you slipped a matchbox in my hand. Don't open it till you go to bed, you said. Inside, goodnight, sleep sweet tonight. And I allowed myself to get silly drunk, to fall into your arms and slip my lips casually onto yours. Beautiful girl, he sang, it rang in my head for awhile. But you were his.

I gave you my heart, my songs, my poetry. Bared out my soul but I was his. And you were his, then you were somewhere else.

Fleeting, they were all fleeting, you created each memory like a temptress. In my head, but never mine.

But you knew, like me, that always always, we were just waiting, for today, for forever.