Manic - A Book of Poetry

Mistake

Mistake

Visions of hands entangled in hair

pulling strands, yanking my mind

towards the pine like smell of your car.

Air freshener stuffed under seat where I sit

atop of you.  Breath fogs tinted windows and lungs

collapsing in future regret because I’m terrified

of hands on bare waist, fingers tapping against warm flesh.

Pull off your shirt, reveal markings

that tell your life story like stars

tell tales of gods and lovers and demons

like us.  I run my fingers

over your mistaken past. Down to

belly button, over hip bones

rising once more to broad shoulders

a crescendo of realization that no room exists for me.

I’m your once in a lifetime mistake.

Young and dumb.

Pretty little thing to undress with eyes, hands

grasping at an age difference counted

out with frantic movements.

One, two, three,

four hands wildly removing articles of

dignity and sanity thrown

into the back seat and I’m left still covered

in sweat and heavy breathing. 

Fear of divorce attorneys

and what my mother would think

breathing down my neck planted

in thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen kisses.

You’re my once in a lifetime mistake.