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“Revelation”
Empty classrooms Give respite from the sun, Shade from marital woe. I learn the scent Of chalk, paint, paper, dust, And your sweaty, curled hairs. I’m on my knees, You’re standing, hard and weak, I give breathless kisses. Chilled air hisses, Cooling our hidden tryst, And its end, always too soon. “Tell me your name, Don't hide any longer.” You urge a closeness. I fight my wants To stay oh-so-secret. “Come up,” you implore of me. I soon give in, Sweetness I can’t resist. I stand and our lips touch. "Anna," I say. Shouts from the green Cause you to turn and look. Cautious light eyes Sweep the played-upon field, Beauties which captured me. You’re going to speak. I hush you with my mouth. I listen as we part. "Call me, Leo." Anonymity lost. ***** "Alone" Soccer is over, Aztecs win all by four. Toys languish at my feet, A ball tumbles away from me. I wait. Patience grinds to nothing. I tap unpainted fingernails Against cut glass. I drink the wine, Feel the heat in my blood. I wait. Anxiety tossed, I dial the numbers Burned in memory. I hear the ring, It’s Christmas. “Hello?” Shhhh...don’t tell. “I need you.” “I can’t talk.” Laying amongst unwrapped gifts, The lights on the tree Sparkle and dazzle. I miss the love No longer anonymous. **** "Abandon" Rain dirties the empty field, My sturdy boots press the blades beneath. Watery worms twist, revealed. Precious they slither, searching for cover. Like me in the midst of a game, Ducking, peering at my lover. I absorb the gray light, The cold wet air strange company, Whispering visions of flight. Tentatively, I’m wishing to say Aloud, my illicit wants, To run, run, run with him from dismay. Will Leo run from me? Like happiness had When I stood wed at the altar, unfree? With a shock, he’s grabbed me from behind, And plants a kiss on the back of my neck. “Let’s go,” he says, our fingers intertwined. “Where to?” I ask. “Far away from here.” In his promising smile, I bask.
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