After you spoke,
Elbow space between
us on the couch, you pulled me
into where you thought
when you really talked–
I mean, past the dirty jokes,
and stories about your eighties metalhead
days, scaring small town church ladies
(while intriguing their daughters).
You’re older and life gave you more
answers than I had questions.
So once we edged closer and deeper:
there’s sex, our bodies, love for all
neighbors on a wide spectrum;
or finding God, then expanding
the image of where to find him. Your
masculine angle charged my
feminine energy in bloom; talks
of freedom, and what makes us connect
one vibe to another.
It was getting late. I must be going.
But the conversation came home with me.
See, I didn’t plan to come over
and hear you rearrange my settings,
but I’ve already started rerouting.
I could take the detour–
But am I ready?