it’s 2am

low lighting,

we’re making out

each-other’s silhouettes//

eye glances,

she demanding every

bit of my attention;

she really thinks

I am the one.

She persists

with a smile of assurance

that she is where

she should be

in this moment

at this hour

staring deep into my eyes

as if to study the universe,

but the truth of the matter is

what she doesn’t know may hurt.

By the time this dance is over

and the masquerade is uncovered

it will come down to one simple certainty;

As much as I would love

to keep the smile keep the smile upon your face

it will come out eventually that I can

give you all the love you need,

but never the thing you want most

in this late-night hour escapade…

though by sunrise you’ll still love me no less;

it just pains me that in these few hours left

I will have to disappoint your heart

because I am not equipped to feed you from my

breast.

 

© 2012 Tshombe Sekou